#i still think of them fondly sometimes <333

[yuri-is-online]

Hi Yuri! I hope you are doing well<333 I really enjoy reading your writing and I am always more fond of reading the little octatrio fish gang! I dont really know how this usually works because I never send in any asks at all nor do I see your rules list or anything but if you dont mind I would like to make a request<3

A mc who finds an out of tune and old piano and fondly remembers that they used to play piano back in their world. And perhaps Azul hears in on this and despite the piano being old and out of tune, it is rather beautiful how you play it because of how imperfect the notes are being played out. (SORRY I WAS LISTENING TO FALLEN DOWN AND THE FEELINGS WERE JUST SURGING AND THE BRAINROT WAS TOO MUCH)

You dont have to force yourself or anything! Please take care and dont feel too pressured! <3

The Most Romantic of All Arts (Azul Ashengrotto x Yuu)

Hello dear friend and I am doing quite well thank you! I'm pleased you like my writing; the octotrio is what finally cracked my resolve to check out Twisted Wonderland and put FGO on the back burner so I suppose I shouldn't beat myself up too much for writing about them so much. I am sorry I caused you stress with my lack of rules, I don't usually send requests or asks myself, so I felt really bad to have frightened you. Not too sure if this will end up being what you had in mind, it got away from me a bit.

Also when you say Fallen Down, you do mean the Undertale soundtrack piece right? It's a soothing song I listened to it while I was plotting this to try and get into a similar headspace.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, header taken from the painting Spirit by George Roux (1885) which I found on this wordpres blog article I took the title from, it's a neat painting, Azul learning to find beauty and love in imperfections is important to me ok? Other works can be found on my masterlist here.

Sometimes you wonder if Ramshakle is sentient. The old building has more rooms than you know what to do with, and lovely as the ghosts are they don't fully remember what they were used for, if they remembered in the first place. But still there was something about those rooms that seemed to love you; he guest room almost built itself up around you, the kitchen had only needed some basic repairs before it was ready to help play host again, and no matter where a fire place was found it was always eager to burst to life and warm you and Grim.

It does not have the same love for Azul, he'd complained as much when you talked about just what it was he wanted with the building after the events of his overblot had cooled between you.

"It's got a graveyard in front of it, though?" That really had been the crux of your whole argument. It was hard to be annoyed with his laugh when it sounded so nice, the genuine amusement a refreshing difference to his previous performitive indifference.

"Yes," he muses, sipping at his real before he continues, "I'm not bothered by that much, ghosts and grave ships aren't uncommon sights under the sea, but I always forget how unusual humans think they are."

"There's a lot of superstitions about places where people are buried." You mean it as an explanation, but it brings an odd look to Azul's face, like there's an emotion bubbling beneath his surface he doesn't want to acknowledge but is too strong to suppress. It settles over you both, as you try to focus on drinking your tea while your host seems content to let his grow cold.

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing that ruin isn't really sentient." He sounds almost bitter, disappointed in how long he has let his drink cool you decide as he reaches for the pot and warms it with some fresh tea. "Otherwise, I'd accuse it of trying to keep you."

It's a silly thought, but the sight of this latest discovery really does have you wondering. You are supposed to be in that wonderfully accommodating kitchen making snacks for when Azul decides to "coincidentally drop by" later this evening to "go over the Lounge's expenses" in your guest room. On a Tuesday. When it was almost guaranteed business would be slow enough to keep anyone from wondering too hard about where he'd gone or the twins from being too upset about running things. But instead of "just wanting to try" a new recipe, you are here, tucked in a room just a bit further down the hall from the guest room watching Grim give his best impression of Ace after completing a magic trick. Because stars know he has never seen any other magicians.

"TA-DA!" He puts both of his paws out to really sell the piano at the window. "See, I told you I had a great surprise!"

"I'm sorry for not believing you." You say and try not to laugh with just how much more proud that seems to make him. "But where did you find this? Or how I guess, unless you moved it?"

"Nah." He shakes his head before remembering he's supposed to be the "great" Grim. "I mean I could have! But I'm just so cool I managed to find a piano here already, so all I had to do was clean it up instead! You're welcome henchuman." You scratch just behind his ears and politely ignore his purrs as you examine the piano and its bench. They're old, likely just as ancient as everything else in the dormitory and likely extremely, achingly out of tune. But the mere sight of it makes your fingers itch, and Grim barely has to whine "Well ain't you gonna play somethin'?" Before you're at the bench, experimentally pressing the keys to try and sound out something.

Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are-

You hum it rather than sing, irrationally worried Grim will somehow figure out it's a lullaby and complain that you're babying him instead of cutely dancing along with the music like it's one of the cassettes Deuce let you borrow. He cheers for another, and you oblige, letting your muscle memory carry you as far as it can as you try searching your brain for just what it was you wanted most to hear from yourself after all this time being unable to play.

And missing the click of a heavy door down the hall in the effort.

Azul hears nothing at first, and though it does disappoint, it does not bother him. He's had a long day, one about to be made longer still by the grey zone already draping itself around his thoughts as he shrugs his blazer off to his shoulders while en route to the Ramshackle guest room. He pauses, for what he tells himself is only going to be second, at the kitchen door and is left unrewarded for his detour.

You aren't there: and that does bother him somewhat, even if it should not if his pretext is to be believed. These visits were too commonplace to be random, but maybe you'd made plans, deciding not to look past his excuses for the evening. Maybe you were asleep, tired of the day or just plain tired of him. But there is a kettle sat on it's base, mercifully not on just yet, but two mugs and the pour over cone set next to as if it was expecting company. The nerves remain knotted in his stomach, though the cause shifts towards something more welcome.

So you do have a mug purposefully set aside and designated just for him, and is that a little recpie card with notes on coffee taped to that tin? These things should worry him, the picture he snaps and immediately hides in a folder should be for a purpose. But it's separate from those ones, labeled something inane and barely full with how careful he is to have his longing remain unseen. He wonders, briefly if it would be an intrusion to make the drinks himself. If it would reveal to much to show outright he knows the way you take yours instead of just saying it in time with your order, but knows that would not be the exact issue here. He is a guest, and guests limit themselves to the halls and that room he forces himself, with haste that would be noticeable if you were there to see it, back down the hall and back towards the guest room. Azul has work to do, he can content himself with the warmth the mental image the cups on the counter produces until something forces him to pause at a door once more. The piano is old, droning out a tune that is unpolished and rusty from the player's lack of practice but filled with such a specific sort of joy it has him actually running towards it.

You sit at the bench, a serious look of determination on your face so unlike the usual Yuu it can't help but be cute. Grim sleeps contentedly on your lap as you continue searching for the threads of melody still trapped inside your head from years of only occasionally reluctant practice. It's an unfamiliar tune in composition, but not in feel. There's words to this song, maybe not in the form of lyrics, but there all the same for him to stumble even closer to as he comes to a halting stop just behind you and the music ends in a surprised crash as you whip your head around to see him.

"Azul!"

"Very sorry to interrupt." He holds up both hands in surrender, composure only just maintained as you check to see Grim still asleep and laugh nervously. "I didn't know you could play."

"Can't really." You say somewhat bitterly and more confidence comes to Azul as a slight plan froms in his mind. "I'm really out of practice ugh. I know it shouldn't annoy me! But with how everything's been since I showed up, it's just not been on my mi- Oh hello?"

Azul fully removes his jacket and sets it on a side table close to where he had been satanding, moving to sit on the bench next to you. He has enough mercy not to loosen his tie or do anything else scandalous, but the close examination he gives to the keys could have fooled you. "Pity it's so out of tune, this is a nice piano."

"I know right! I'm really happy Grim found it." You resist the urge to poke his cheeks some and Azul lightly, trying not to too openly relish in your surprise reaches one arm around your back to place his hands into a similar position as you had been earlier, tucking you close to his side.

"May I?" He's smug. Too smug it's robbing you of sanity.

"What's it going to cost?" You try too hard not to sound like you're flailing as you look to see your question hasn't even phased him at all.

"Oh normally I wouldn't dream of charging for a performance," he clearly lies "but it's been such a long day I wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee." And he's off, music only marred by the off key of the piano in a clearly purposeful display of talent meant to sear itself into your mind enough that you don't think about his request too long. You and he are from two different worlds, but he knows that music has a way of gapping that if the stories of the mermaid princess told him anything at all. So when he purposefully slows the song at its end, he knows you know, that tricky smile he swore once he'd always hate kicking his heartbeat up again as you lean fully against his shoulder.

"Beautiful." You say, not bothering to give the compliment direction as he can't help but agree. "We should play together next time."

"I-" You pick yourself up and what he wants to say slows when you pick up his jacket for him and hold out a hand. Later, he all to easily decides. Later, without Grim and with specific time set purposefully aside so you know just how much it matters. "I would like that. You'll have to show me the songs that you can remember from your world." And he takes your hand just to soothe some of the ache, trying and failing not to show just how happy he is when you keep it.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #<3 asks #i really love old paintings and actually ended up making this one my phone bg #so thank you v much for sending me this request annon idk if i would have found it otherwise

[madame-fear]

I wonder what Modern Joffery would say about his brothers new girlfriend🥹🥹🥹

I have no doubt Modern! Joffrey would be absolutely delighted with his brother's girlfriend 🥹<3

Before making the relationship official to your and his parents, Joffrey would've already occasionally spotted the two of you kissing, holding hands, and cuddling in bed together. Much to Luke's fortune, Joff asked him about you one time right when their parents weren't home, and you just had left to your own house after some quality spending time together.

He was curious because, from his child perspective, he knew a girl and a boy kissing + holding hands meant that they are a couple, right? But he was curious as to why he never mentioned to their parents about your visits, or simply referred to you as ‘his best friend’ in front of them, and not as his girlfriend, like he would expect his elder brother to do.

Luke would try to tell his little brother in a way that he could understand — while intensely blushing, stuttering, and Jace snickering in the background at the situation — that you're, in a way, his secret girlfriend because he's still finding a way of properly telling their parents about how you both felt for each other without them scolding the two of you, and in a way they would've approve of it. And of course, as it was expected, he told Joffrey of not telling their parents or anyone else about the relationship — to which, Joff didn't really think much about it, and simply agreed to what his big brother suggested, keeping it a safe secret.

The day Luke officially introduced you to his family as his girlfriend, I know the little brunette haired boy would've been so thrilled about it! But still, he's a good smart boy, and would've never said anything about the two of you having secretly dated for sometime before he introduced you to his parents, and family.

Anyways, in general terms, I know this boy would absolutely adore you! He'd probably be a bit clingy to you at times — everytime, actually — , always joyfully running to you and hugging your legs the second he sees you walking through the door of their home, sometimes takes you away from Luke just to drag you to play games and draw/paint colouring books for children with him. Which makes Lucerys a bit jealous when Joff takes you away, but he understands his brother is just a little 6 year old boy whom fondly adores his sister-in-law, and admires you deeply. But, sometimes, Luke thinks about how sweetly loving you are with Joff, and thinks to himself about how it would be like to start a family with you.

Expect Joffrey to occasionally blurt out a platonic ‘I love you!’, or a ‘You're so pretty, I can see why Luke loves you’, and some big kisses on your cheeks plus drawings he does of you and Luke; which never fails to melt your heart! ksjdkflfkfk <333

Basically, Joffrey absolutely adores you, and is so so happy to have you as part of his family.

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[leejungchans]

strangers-to-lovers au with uni classmate!seungkwan

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @seungcy : HIII WIFEYYY CONGRATS ON 1K MUAH MUAH <3 i hope ur taking good care of urself <3 luv u sm muah; may i request 🫣 uni student kwan strangers to lovers where kwan wants to get to know fem!reader so as a way to slowly open up to her, he buys her snacks and leaves them by where she sits along with little notes <//3 KINDA LIKE A SECRET ADMIRER 🫣 and they talk this way for a couple months and reader wants to know them better so kwan gives them his number and then they meet up and yeah <3 fall in luv kiss kiss smoochies very fluffy i love him i won’t him yes yes 🫣🫣

a/n: hai waifey 💗💗 i hope you like how your req turned out muah muah!!!! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY I HOPE YOU HAVE A SEGGSYLICIOUS DAY EVERYONE GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WAIF RN >:( 💗

word count | 2.1k

pairing | boo seungkwan (svt) x f!reader

genre | fluff, humour (a lil), university au, strangers-to-lovers au

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

you were his classmate in one of his electives

it was one of those easy-a courses where the professor reads off the slides and you can afford to not pay attention and still do pretty well as long as you memorise everything

so most people pretty much either skipped class or blatantly didn’t pay attention, treating the lecture as a 2-hour podcast for background noise

seungkwan wouldn’t say he was the best student, but he thinks it’s a safe estimate that he tried harder than 80% of the people who even showed up to class

it wasn’t a very fun time though </3 with people either dozing off or doing their own thing, he hadn’t made a single friend in the class because it just felt awkward to suddenly approach someone halfway through the semester :(

sometimes vernon snuck into the auditorium to keep him company whenever he didn’t have tutorials <3 we love friends <3

but the lecturer was just so good at lulling people to sleep that he’s usually out cold half an hour in </3 once again leaving seungkwan to his own devices </3

boooooooo (affectionate)

the class had to do an individual presentation on an assigned topic, and in the lesson following the deadline your lecturer randomly picked twenty people off the name list to present theirs in front of everyone

that was the day you caught seungkwan’s eye <333

everyone else before you didn’t bother trying to look like they were interested in the topic, which was understandable, but that meant their presentations were barely engaging and he was fighting to keep his eyes open 😭

but then your name was called, and he heard murmured apologies from a few rows behind him as you made your way down to the podium

you were so cute with your glasses, the large lens complementing your bright eyes perfectly as you shyly began speaking

but perhaps the most attractive part about you was your attitude; you were cheerful and friendly, not excessively so, but enough to have the bored audience paying attention

seungkwan could tell you were nervous: your voice quivered a little at certain points and you fumbled over your words a little whenever the computer was being slow and refused to move onto the next slide despite your frantic clicking, but you recovered quickly after each time

you ended your presentation with a shy smile and an awkward little bow that made some people (including himself) giggle good-naturedly, and he watched fondly as you gave the lecturer a polite nod before practically running back to your seat from embarrassment

he snuck a glance over his shoulder at you, smiling to himself when he found you ducking your head to shield your flustered face from the people sitting near you

he took an instant liking to you that day; you just radiated such positive vibes, and he admired that 🥺

poor kwan wanted to your friend so, so badly, but he didn’t know how to approach you without coming off weird or awkward ;-;

by a stroke of luck, you sat directly in front of him in the next class, an idea popped into his head when you left the auditorium during the 10-minute break

he bought a chocolate bar that morning for when he got hungry or wanted a snack, but then he thought it might be nice to give it to you instead in case you needed a pick-me-up, and who doesn’t like free food?

so he whipped out the little pad of sticky notes he always brought with him (they’re cute—they have little bears holding tangerines on the bottom), and wrote you a short message

you came back to your seat after a quick bathroom break to find a chocolate bar on your tray table along with a small note, you looked around a bit but everyone seemed busy doing their own thing, looking completely inconspicuous; you had no friends in this class so you knew it wasn’t a prank, and no one came up telling you it was meant for someone else either

it left you confused, but you weren’t about to complain about a small act of kindness from one of your classmates

seungkwan couldn’t see, but you had the biggest smile on your face as you read the note, your finger tracing over the pretty, neat penmanship

i hope you like chocolate ^v^ good luck with your classes if you have more after this one!

you did have another class later in the day, and it was a tough one too—your mystery classmate has a good hunch, it seems

your friend seokmin noted the skip in your step as you met up with him for dinner that night, and you excitedly pulled out the chocolate and the note to show him

“looks like someone has a secret admirer,” he affectionately teased, but it couldn’t be, right? you never talked to anyone in this class aside from that one time you asked a boy for a spare sheet of paper. plus, the class has over a hundred people, you’d be practically invisible

you thought you just got lucky that one time, but the notes kept coming for every lesson that followed, and the snack or drink that came with each sticky note was also different every week

even the girl who sat next to you during one of the lectures gushed over how sweet the gesture was when she saw you reading the note, and it led you to realise just how much you liked this mystery person, how they managed to get you to look forward to a morning class on a monday

deep down, you were dying to know who they were because they seem so thoughtful and easy to talk to; you’d love to meet them to thank them for their kindness and maybe even treat them to lunch or dinner as a sign of gratitude. who knows? perhaps you’d even end up being friends

and technically, you knew it’d be easy to catch them in the act—pretend to leave your seat and spy from afar until the mystery person made their move, but you resisted the urge with all your willpower, because if they wanted to reveal themselves, they would’ve; the fact that they didn’t told you they most likely weren’t comfortable with doing so yet, and you wanted to respect that

so you decided to communicate with them another way: by leaving them a snack and a little message of your own

bonus: it was also a great chance to finally break out your hoard of adorable stickers and notepads <3

your messages to each other got longer and longer; from just a few sentences wishing the other a lovely rest of the day, to short paragraphs telling each other little tidbits about yourselves and your week

you found out that they like tangerines (which made sense given the sticky notes they use), that they’re a journalism major, and that they like playing badminton and hanging out with their friends when they have free time <3 all of which you found completely endearing

seungkwan loves your notes with all his heart ;-; he honestly wasn’t expecting you to return the gesture, simply wanting to do something nice for someone who seemed like a fun person to be around, but the fact that you did has his heart racing and heat rushing to his cheeks

all his friends playfully teased him for how giddy he acted whenever he showed them your notes, but for once he didn’t really mind the teasing because he was far, far too whipped to care

lich rally bought a little folder to keep all your sticky notes so they wouldn’t get all crumpled in his bag <3 he reads them whenever he’s frustrated with something, because knowing you see him as a friend despite you two not even knowing each other cheers him up after a long day :(

you were having so much fun exchanging messages this way that it didn’t hit you until the second to last lecture that you’d potentially never get to genuinely know this incredibly sweet person in your class

and while you knew there was the chance of them not wanting to reveal themselves and preferring to leave this in the past once the semester ended, you still wanted to give it a shot ;-;

seungkwan’s hands were shaking a little as he read your note

you totally don’t have to agree if you’re not comfortable, but i’d love to meet you :’)

suddenly, he’s hit with a wave of self-doubt </3 it’s a lot easier to seem cool over paper or text or basically anything that didn’t involve spontaneous, on-the-spot situations, he’s not sure if you’d find him as interesting or fun to talk to once you got to know him irl :(((((

you didn’t hear from him that class, which made you a little sad, but you were ready to prepare yourself for the inevitable outcome that you’d never know who this person is and that this all would simply remain a fond memory in your uni life </3

the week leading up to the last lecture, all of seungkwan’s closest friends hyped him up so much 😞 they knew how much he liked you and from the notes you wrote back it was clear that you liked him just as much

after a lot of encouragement, he wrote you the final note and dropped it off at your table during the 10-minute break

let’s meet up after lecture today >< i’ll wait for you by the water dispensers outside the auditorium

to say you were vibrating with excitement after you read his note was an understatement

finally!!!! you get to find out who your mystery friend is!!!!!!!!

you could barely focus for the rest of the class, which wasn’t a huge deal anyways as the lecturer was simply going over the answers to your quiz

you kept glancing at the clock in the hall, at your watch, at the time on your laptop, then the time on your phone, eagerly counting down the minutes to the end of class

when your lecturer dismissed everyone, you were so nervous that you felt like you were going to throw up, for a split second you wondered if this was a good idea, but you ultimately decided to take a few deep breaths to compose yourself before heading outside

most of your classmates had already dispersed, not wanting to linger on campus for any longer after their last lecture of the day, so it was easy to narrow down who your mystery friend was

as you walked over to the water dispensers, you couldn’t help but think how it was almost too good to be true: standing next to the dispensers was a cute boy with the fluffiest hair and squishiest cheeks, wearing what looks like the softest sweater ever as he anxiously rocked back and forth on his heels

maybe this is a coincidence? maybe he isn’t the person you’re looking for but a cute guy who just so happened to be waiting for someone else?

all these questions brewing in your head were squashed when he gave you a shy smile as you drew closer, a quiet “hi” passing through his pretty lips

it was awkward, but not uncomfortably so

“are you…?” “the person who wrote you the notes? yeah, that’s me.”

you noticed how he wrung his hands together nervously as he confessed, and hoped that the warm smile you gave in return would be enough to reassure him

“it was so sweet of you to do that for me, thank you. i’m y/n, but you probably already knew that.”

he chuckles, cheeks still tinged a rosy pink, “yeah… i’m seungkwan.”

“well, seungkwan, i don’t have class after this anymore, so do you want to get lunch together?”

his eyes almost bugged out of his head at your invitation, but he quickly recovered and eagerly agreed, telling you he knew about this new place just outside campus that had really good sushi

you honestly couldn’t believe your luck: he was funny, sweet, and kind, and the two of you chatted like you’ve been friends for years as you ate, even going to get coffee together after because neither of you wanted your conversation to end <33 after a few more months of being friends and getting to know each other, he asked you out properly during one of your coffee shop study dates 💗

and now after almost two years of dating, the two of you still kept those notes from all those months ago in a little box tucked away safely in a desk drawer at your apartment

and when your friends asked you two if you were going to save them to show your future children, seungkwan merely responded with two playful, haughty words

“yeah, and?”

a/n: will proofread tmr bc it’s 3am rn and i have to get up for class in a few hours HWJSHAJ anyways waifey if ur reading this i hope you liked this :’))) 💗💗 ily a lot teehee kissies smooches

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[chryzuree]

fore the modenr au chrysijacks in particularly! what are some misc facts about chrysi and jacks in hs! what were they like..skipped classes a lot? what kind of things were they into.. any fun little memories they think about? would either of them try to get the other to dance in the cold rain with them at night? who gets sick after..

I WAS THINKING ABT THEIR HIGH SCHOOL LIFE VV HARD TODAY, so this is perfect!!

chrysi was the horror friend in hs, obvi… but yk what?? jacks also had a pretty good idea of horror movies too!!! he and chrysi would have horror movie nights where they would swap who chose the film! jacks’s nights tended to have more romantic aspects to the horror, versus chrysi being like “i have got the movie for you!!!!!” and she puts on cronenberg or smth... jacks wants to die.

jacks was a theatre kid first & foremost, but he was also in track!!! mostly because chrysi did pole vault & they would go to meets together. they spent a lot of the time jst laying on the field or in the bleachers talking, watching more horror movies (david lynch this time!! jacks still doesn’t get it!!), or playing stupid parlor games w the rest of the team that almost causes a fistfight.

speaking of theatre kid jacks, chrysi would sometimes pick him up after rehearsal and then they’d go drive up to a lookout to stargaze 🫶🏻 she was DROPPING HINTS the WHOLE TIME.

okay, not quite high school age, but one summer, chrysi leaves taller than jacks. comes back to school and fuck OFF, he’s TALLER THAN HER NOW. she never catches up 💔💔💔

chrysi was very good at going to all of her classes, unless she doesn’t want to 🖤 then she’ll sneak out and go somewhere. jacks tends to rely on her taking him to and from school, so if chrysi’s skipping class, he has to skip class too. they go get smoothies a lot. also jacks gets grounded. still—his parents love chrysi.

jacks also skips all of his classes to hang out with chrysi. all of her teachers know him as chrysi’s little pet & they all endure him.. they gave up trying to separate the two of them. it’s easier to jst assign jacks little classroom chores to keep him from annoying the rest of the class.

chrysi and jacks absolutely share NO classes in their junior year (since chrysi was in a lot of ap courses and jacks was borderline failing high school). this became a real annoyance for the attendance office, since jacks would be sitting in chrysi’s ap lit class instead of his remedial math course..

on that topic, he gets rlly rlly into all the ap english class discussions. has he read the book?? no. he doesn’t even go here. but has he heard all of chrysi’s rants and internalized them?? yes, and he has a fighting chance in the debate.

chrysi was vv into horror (still is), reading, and 80s coming of age films <33 jacks was into chrysi, but didn’t know it 🤗 but also he was dabbling in fashion design (in the modern au, i’m tempted to make him end up being a high end fashion designer.. workshopping this, but the chrysijacks reunion is vv funny in this scenario) and he was obvi into theatre!

chrysi and jacks both think rlly fondly back on those evenings they would spend in the trunk of her car, eating takeout or jst chatting or watching the stars… jst the most mundane things that they felt the most comfortable doing… also, they like remembering going to malls and making fun of things. the mundaneness is so missed after they had their friend breakup (and… actual breakup?? sorta?? it was that weird in between stage of friends to bf/gf.. sad.)

CHRYSI IS DANCING OUT IN THE RAIN!! jacks has this gutter that gets blocked all the time, so he has a huge puddle in front of his house whenever it rains and chrysi would always play in it. he ends up coming out to dance with her too <333 it always ends in chrysi getting sick, bc she’s so frail sobsob. oh well!!! more excuses for jacks to go over and nurse her back to health!! normal friendship thing :)

#jacks would sometimes end dates early w his gfs so he could check in on chrysi after she got sick.. humiliating. for HIM. #clearly he’s jst in love w his best friend. you’re such an asshole jacks. #.asks #m.moon🎀 #s.chrysijacks

[noctumbra]

intentional

summary ─ “fuck him,” you muttered. “fuck him sideways.”

pairing ─ avenger!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, a/b/o dynamics, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, light choking (:d), rough sex, getting together, heat/rut sex, scenting, idiots in love

a/n ─ blame seb for that ig story picture. it made me do it. but seriously, can he choke me. anyway sfjdsjf hope you like it! leave a comment if you do! thankl youuuu <333 (italic is bucky, bold is reader) enjoy this 5.6k monstrosity. 

You and Bucky had been flirting for some time, but it was more of a friendly flirting rather than something more. He would call you cute pet names and let you play with his hair on movie nights, and you would let him cuddle or hug you whenever he needed touch. You liked spending time and having a lot of fun with him.

Sometimes you scented each other, too.

His scent was reminding you all kinds of things that you considered safety and homey, so you never said ‘no’ when he wanted to scent you. He let you scent him back most of the time and you used it on his behalf; scenting him when he felt anxious, letting him bury his nose into your neck so that he’d calm down after a brutal mission or nightmare. It worked well for both of you.

Sometimes, though, you wished something more from him. There were times where you wanted him to kiss you, to pull you flush against his muscle-clad, big and warm body and to touch you like that. You wanted to know how his arousal smelled like up-close, but you were valuing your friendship a bit too much to make a move; you were afraid that you’d lose him, and you couldn’t take the risk.

So, you kept it to yourself.

Times went by while both of you went on with your cute flirting and occasional hair-playing and cuddle/hug and scenting game. You knew you should have stopped scenting him back, you didn’t want to get in between him and his potential mate, since he’d been seeing other women sometimes. You overheard him and Sam talking about Tinder and getting dates from there. You also saw him carrying a gorgeous blonde to his room while kissing the daylight out of her.

You wanted so badly to be her, but it was just not possible. You knew it.

Sighing to yourself, you wiggled under your thick duvet, burying your body into the bed even more. It was way too late for you to be awake, but you couldn’t sleep. Your bed was comfy, warm and you put your duvet into a position that got you looking like a burrito. You were supposed to be passed out with these beautiful conditions, but your body was too hot, you felt too itchy to go to sleep. Your heat was close. You could sense it; you were in the pre-heat phase and you had about two days until it hit you.  

You growled to yourself angrily a little as you wiggled a bit more. Your head was partially under your pillow when you heard your phone ping-ing. Frowning, you stuck your hand out to grab it, seeing that you had one unread message. You opened it.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out accidentally when you saw what it was.

It was Bucky. He was shirtless and had his dog tags on. He was holding a cup in his big hands. All the muscles and veins were visible and bulging. He had a flirtatious look on his face. He seemed to wearing thin basketball shorts under, but they did very little to hide whatever he was… hiding there.

“Shit,” you whimpered. Your face was heating up rapidly. You felt your body was ready to burst, explode, whatever. Your heart was beating in your mouth. You could feel your pussy getting wet and even throb a little. You swallowed the spit that collected in your mouth when you heard another ping.

ah, shit, sorry, doll. i meant to send that to someone else.

Well, you thought and sighed.

“It’s not fair,” you whined and inched down on your bed, your legs spreading themselves instinctively. You bit your lip. You could finally make a move and say something suggestive, or you could just… chicken out. “Fuck him,” you muttered. “Fuck him sideways.” Your phone ping-ed again.

how is it look, though? i’m not sure about sending it rn

i think i’m chickening out

You rolled your eyes as his texts. Of course he didn’t like the picture where he looked so fucking sexy.

no, you look good, you texted him back. you look damn good, actually. idk why you’re chickening out. You saw the three dots that were inclining that he was writing and waited.

i dunno, he sent. she’s real nice, ya know. i don’t wanna fuck up

“Fuck whoever she is,” you whispered. “Fuck her if she thinks you’re fucking up when you send her a picture like this.”

why would sending a shirtless pic make you fuck up anyways?

she might think i’m a bit forward? idk honey i really care about her and i don’t want her to think i’m only talking to her bc i wanna fuck her ‘til she passes out.

“What the fuck,” you whispered again, your eyes narrowing and scent turning into its sickly sweet self by the half-dirty talk. Bucky never said anything to you like this before. You shared almost everything, but when the subject was sex Bucky was always a bit shy. Now, though, he didn’t sound shy. “I shouldn’t find this sexy.”

well, i don’t think she’ll have a problem with that, pal. esp with that pic

hell no

The three dots appeared again.

so you’re saying that she’ll know that my only purpose isn’t fucking her through her mattress?

i mean i know this isn’t a dick pic but still

You shake your head fondly. Even when he was trying to sext with a woman, he was being a gentleman. You liked that about him. He was always thinking how the other person would feel if his actions were to get misunderstood. It was cute.

you’re cute, you sent. she’ll understand.

Dots appeared but disappeared a second later. It repeated itself for a couple time before it totally vanished. You frowned but didn’t think too much about it. There really wasn’t much he could say to your last text, you thought. Maybe he finally sent the picture to the person who should have received it in the first place.

You took a deep breath as you looked at the picture again.

God, he was so handsome. He recently had a haircut, and it looked very good on him. He had faint stubble. When you first looked at the picture, you thought he had a flirtatious look, but actually he was just adorable. He was caught in mid-wink, you thought. His flesh hand was dwarfing the big navy colored mug he had in his hand. You knew that mug, you bought him that as a birthday gift, and it was a very big one. You never noticed how big his hands were before, but now that you knew, it was going to be hard to take your eyes away from them.

“Ugh,” you grunted, feeling the itchy sensation increasing. “Fuck me.” Locking your phone, you dropped it on your night stand. You were wet and horny, but you didn’t have any energy to touch yourself. So, you just hugged your pillow and closed your eyes.

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The morning found you pouring yourself a cereal with still sleepy eyes. The sun was shining brightly, the kitchen was quiet and it seemed like you were the only living creature in the tower. You yawned as you put the cereal box down and poured some milk into your bowl. You perched yourself onto the chair by the kitchen island and dug into your cereal.

You had… vivid dreams last night. It included a pair of hands touching your naked skin, blur of colors and some moaning. You vaguely remembered that there were hushed whispers of a little dirty talk, but the details blurred as soon as you woke up.

That meant you were even achier than last night. You grunted into your cereal.

“Hey,” you heard someone murmur and jumped, it was Bucky. He looked like he just came back from a run. “Shit, sorry,” Bucky muttered. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” You shrugged as you slurped the last of your cereal. With the corner of your eyes, you saw his nostrils flare and realized he was scenting the air. “Y’alright, doll?”

“Mmhm, just achy,” you murmured and carried your bowl to the sink. Bucky stayed silent and watched you washing your bowl and rolling your shoulders a couple times. He could smell your scent; it was content but somehow… off. He also knew your heat was close. Your scent was too sweet albeit being a little off, it was like he just stepped into a bakery and got hit with freshly baked goods. It was mouthwatering. Eyes narrowing, Bucky murmured a silent ‘fuck it’ to himself, he stepped behind you.

“You seem awfully tense, honey,” Bucky muttered into your ear as he pressed his body to yours. “Couldn’t sleep well?” You tensed. You could feel the heat coming off of his body, could smell his clean sweat, cologne and his own musk; it was woody and fresh: like a bonfire in the middle of a forest. More importantly, you could feel all the muscles and ridges on his body against yours.

“Somethin’ like that,” you whispered. Bucky cooed at you softly. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you in and making you rest your body against his. His scent surrounded you in a second, and you felt like you were being cocooned in your bed by your soft blankets.

“Breathe with me, love,” he murmured. “It will help you loosen up.” You swallowed and nodded. Feeling his chest moving behind you, you followed his movements. “That’s it,” he said, “You’re doing great.” You breathed in, in, and in and then let it ouuuut. You felt your shoulder relax a bit. “That’s it,” he whispered and─

His lips were right over your pulse. His stubble was rubbing the sensitive flesh of your neck. You shuddered uncontrollably. Bucky hushed you as his lips brushed against your skin. His hot breath was licking your neck, making the hair on your body rise. He nosed your glands there; taking lungful of your scent, Bucky grumbled to himself about how good you smell.

With a small grunt of his, he took a step forward and cornered you against the counter. You gasped.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, “You are tense, honey.” His lips found your jaw, his nose poked your temple and you shuddered again.

It felt like you were underwater but weren’t drowning; everything was peaceful quiet, and you were floating.

“Bucky,” you whispered. He hummed. “Bucky…” He kissed your neck, bit down on the flesh and sucked it a little. You felt your legs tremble when you felt your heat creeping in even closer and grabbed his arms around your waist for support. You tipped your head back, exposing your throat to him, and closed your eyes.

Placing kisses all over your neck, nibbling on your jaw, one of his hands grabbed your face to turn it towards him. “Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop. I promise I’ll stop.” You didn’t say anything but leaned into his touch. “Tell me.”

“I want it,” you whispered, surpassing a shiver. Your heat was taking over your body, and Bucky needed the verbal confirmation before it consumed you.

“Honey,” he said softly. “Your heat is starting, do you want me to help you?” You gasped silently, realizing that you were feeling woozy a little and your vision was fuzzy around the edges, now.

“Yes,” you answered him. “Please, alpha?”  

Bucky’s chest rumbled lightly with approval and captured your lips with his. You moaned into his mouth. It was as soft as it looked and was caressing yours so nicely. You whimpered as you sneaked your hand into his slightly damp hair. You craned your neck to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue join the game, too. Bucky groaned.

“Fuck, love,” he whimpered. “Your skin feels so soft under my hands, your body is so warm… Mmm, I wanna eat you right up.” You wiggled in his arms.

“Please,” you whispered. Bucky bit down on your bottom lip. His other hand sneaked into your pajama bottoms, sliding right into your panties and nudging your clit gently. You gasped loudly as Bucky cursed.

“Holy shit, honey,” Bucky groaned. “You’re wetting your pajama bottoms with your slick.” You whimpered when you felt one long digit swiping the slick that gathered between the lips of your pussy. “Is it for me?” He asked, a low growl could be heard in his voice. You nodded. Bucky tugged on your hair. “Words. Use’em.”

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, only for you, Bucky, yes!”

“That’s more like it,” Bucky murmured and slid two of his fingers inside you. Biting your lip to stop yourself moan loudly, your hand tightened in Bucky’s hair and you bared your throat to Bucky by the throwing your head back even more, submitting him.

The way Bucky was fingering you was relentless; two of his long and thick fingers were stroking your wet walls, crooking them to graze over your sensitive spot sometimes while the heel of his hand was pressing down on your clit. You were being stimulated from almost all your open ended nerves so perfectly, you wanted to cry.

“I wish you see how you look right now, baby,” Bucky whispered. “You’re so deep into your pleasure...” You hummed and let out a gasp when he crooked his fingers again. “You take my fingers so nicely. My hand is drenched, baby, goddamn.” He nosed your bared throat, taking deep breaths, Bucky filled his lungs with your sweet heat scent. “Gotta get you to your room, love. The whole kitchen is gonna smell like your heat if we don’t.” You whined, but you weren’t lost in your head yet, so you knew he was right. You nodded. Bucky kissed your neck and suddenly, your world was upside down.

You were thrown over his shoulder like he was a caveman and you were his prey. “Bucky!” He chuckled, his metal hand slapping your ass, he stepped into the elevator and told Jarvis to go up to your floor. He carried you like that throughout the whole trip. You got to feel his back muscles all the way to your room, though, so you thought it wasn’t so bad.

Bucky dropped you on the floor gently. You were standing right in front of your room. “I can wait here,” Bucky murmured and continued when he saw your confused look. “While you are getting nest sorted out, I can wait here.”

Your heart swelled in your chest because ain’t he the most thoughtful.

“Aww, James,” you whispered. He just smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Really?” He nodded. You knew he took these kinds of things serious because he was a bit old-school, but you liked that about him very much.

“Yeah,” he said. “Actually, why don’t you go ahead and sort your nest out while I get us some water and snacks?” You placed your hand on your heart.

“A man after my stomach,” you said dreamily, making him snort. “Okay.” He kissed your neck one more time and walked back to the elevator.

You had a spring on your step as you walked inside of your room and stripping the bed from unnecessary things. You pulled out your softest linens, blankets and pillows; arranging them on the bed the way you liked, you added some extra tiny pillows. It looked inviting, personal and smelled like you strongly. You smiled, pleased with your efforts. Just as you sat down on the bed in your underwear, you had kept your oversize t-shirt though, you heard a knock.

“Come in!” You called out and saw Bucky’s smiling, handsome face. He had arms full of snacks and water bottles, he also had other things which you couldn’t figure out what. You watched him as he put the things he carried into your room on your small desk.

“I, uh,” he started, suddenly looking bashful. “I thought you might want, uh,” Bucky stammered over his words and just handed you something.

It was his blanket from his bed and the sweatshirt you saw him wearing yesterday.

“I can always put them aside or bring more, whatever you want,” Bucky hurriedly added. You shook your head as you reached and took them from him. You folded the sweatshirt and put it right next to your bed where you would be reaching something to wear after you were through, and spread the blanket on your bed, rearranging your pillows. You took your t-shirt off before you turned and faced with Bucky.

You walked up to him slowly until you were standing right in front of him. You could see his nostrils flaring, pupils dilating and him scenting the air. “Kiss me, alpha?” Bucky let out a broken sound before he pulled you against his body, his flesh hand cradling your face gently, and leaned down to give you the kiss that you asked for so nicely.

It was, hands down, the most loving and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. It was nothing like the kiss you’ve shared in the kitchen. This one was chaste. Bucky’s lips were soft, and he was kissing you like a longtime lover. Moaning lightly, you tilted your head to your side and deepened the kiss a bit; pushing up on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck, you felt his arms wrapping themselves around your waist one more time.

You felt amazingly consumed and caged and overwhelmed, and you were fucking loving it.

Bucky pulled back slightly. “Bed,” he commanded. His voice was rough and low. His woodsy, fresh smell had taken a sharp turn and now it was more like burning wood and citrus. You loved how forest-y his scent was. You quickly climbed on the bed, and a second later Bucky joined you.

His big body caged yours under him. The body heat this man had was driving you crazy because he was so fucking warm, it made you want to wrap yourself around him like a koala and never let go.

“Bucky…” You breathed when you felt his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, gasped when he placed a soft bite there. His light stubble was rubbing your skin raw, but you were loving it just like everything else. You felt him press his body against yours fully as he drew in a deep breath.

“God, your scent is drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he murmured and kissed his way downwards. He stopped when he came across to your bra, looking up in your eyes, he silently asked for permission to take it off. You nodded. As soon as your breasts were free from their containment, Bucky latched on to one of your nipples, making you throw your head back and moan loudly.

“Fuck!” You yelped when he bit down and sucked and did… things with his tongue. He was licking and sucking, his saliva had covered your nipple and you could hear the slurping sound. It was so sexy, the pleasure was so intense; you felt like you were about to come. Whimpering, you slid your hands in his short hair, pulling and scratching his scalp. Bucky hummed. The vibrations and the graze of his teeth made you hiss, your body was trashing beneath his strong one.

Bucky pulled back with a ‘pop’, licking his lips, his fingers toyed with your other nipple. “How are you feelin’, love?” He asked. You panted lightly as you gave him thumbs up but yelped again when he pinched your nipple. “Words,” he growled. “I told you to use them.”

“’m good,” you whimpered, nipple throbbing deliciously. “’m good, I swear, ‘m fine, alpha.” Bucky hummed at the name. He always liked being called ‘alpha’ during sex before, he was never shy to tell his partners to call him that when he wanted to end his dancing night with someone, but hearing you call him that was turning him on in a whole different level.

Growling approvingly to himself, Bucky’s fingers found the hem of your panties. Before he could ask for permission, you lifted your hips to help him remove them easily. Bucky took a hold of the flimsy fabric, quickly dragging it down your beautiful legs, he threw them somewhere in the room. You were now under him with all your naked fucking glory, and Bucky’s mouth was watering at the sight of you. His gums were hurting with the desire to claim and mark you.

“You are gorgeous, baby,” Bucky murmured, fingers trailing over your soft skin and making you shiver happily. He leaned in. His light stubble rasped against your nipple as he nosed your collarbone, licking and sucking small marks there. You sighed. Your hands were buried deep in his short hair, the fluffiness of it turning into a messy state. “You feel so good against me,” he murmured again, lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your breasts. You whimpered. The ache between your legs was getting intolerable with each passing second, and you wanted him to take you already.

“Bucky…” You breathed. “Please, Bucky, alpha, I-I can’t, it h-hurts,” you babbled, hands now clawing his strong and wide shoulders. Quickly, Bucky shushed you with kisses, murmured filthy nonsense into your ear as he trailed one hand down your front. You gasped when his fingers brushed against your clit. It was already so sensitive and throbbing and aching─

“So wet,” Bucky whispered. “I’m gonna taste it later.” He brushed his fingers up and down for a couple times and pulled his hand back. “Now, we make your hurting stop, love.” You nodded. Your eyes were half-closed, you looked debauched without Bucky doing anything properly yet, and more importantly you looked drunk with only a couple kisses and touching from him.

If that ain’t the best kind of ego boost, I don’t know what is, Bucky thought to himself as he bit his lip and removed his clothes. Your sweet heat scent was filling his lungs and the room, and making him feel lightheaded. His skin was prickling with the intensity of your scent. He knew very well no matter how many times he’d shower that he would be smelling like you even days after your heat ended. Honestly, that would be a dream come true for Bucky.

His crush on you was getting stronger rather than dying down. He had tried dating with other people, hooking up or just spend his rut with at least a partner, but he just couldn’t because his body was yearning yours. His lungs were desperate for your sweet, calming scent filling them, his fingers were itching to feel your skin, and his lips were tingling to meet with yours… His whole body had been wanting you, no one else had made him feel this way before.

“God, Y/N,” Bucky breathed. His eyes were now fully black, face darkened with lust and his body heat had increased. He was about to enter his rut, he knew it. Bucky leaned forward and licked a fat line from your collarbone to all the way up to your ear, making your bonding glands throb. You gasped at the feeling.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You sighed, eyes screwed shut. Bucky hummed. His fingers moved south, were quick to find your dripping and aching core, he slipped two of his fingers in you. You moaned. His fingers were moving in and out of you rapidly, thumb pressing lightly on your clit. He could feel the poor thing throb beneath his fingertip, Bucky chuckled against your throat and nipped the skin there. You moaned one more time, but louder, your nails dug them deep into Bucky’s meaty shoulders. Bucky hissed at the slight pain, but all the pain during sex was welcomed in his book.

Bucky pulled his fingers out and pushed off of you, ignoring your little whines. “Present,” he ordered, his voice was still soft even though his commanding tone. Whimpering, you flipped onto your tummy, pressed your chest against the soft linens beneath you and lifted your ass high up on the air. Bucky groaned. “Damn, kitten,” he whispered. You shivered. He placed his hands on your ass, and then moved them up, up, up and slid one of them into your hair. “Do I need a condom?” You nodded.

“Birth control is no good for me,” you panted lightly. Bucky nodded, pressing a kiss on your cheek, he leaned sideways to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. You rubbed your face, wiggled your hips and fisted the bedding as Bucky put on the condom. As soon as he was done, he walked closer to you on his knees and immediately draped his body onto yours. You sighed at the skin-to-skin contact.

“Tell me if you want to or need me to stop because you don’t like what we’re doing, alright?” Bucky murmured. You nodded.

“I will,” you slurred slightly and earned another kiss on your cheek. You hummed happily. You felt the blunt tip of his cock against your wet folds and held your breath. With a smooth, slow thrust of his hips, Bucky slid into you. “Fuuuck,” you sighed, eyes closed and mouth open, drooling just a little bit. The ache in your core was disappeared as soon as Bucky filled you up.

“Goddamn,” Bucky gritted. Your pussy was hugging his hard as hell cock so nicely, Bucky felt like he was being wrapped with the softest blankets to ever exist. Falling onto his elbows, Bucky placed kisses on your bare shoulders. He moved his arms carefully and wrapped them around your torso. One of his hands was wrapped lightly around your neck, and you felt another flame taking over your body with the feeling.

“Move,” you whispered. “Alpha, please, move.” Bucky shushed you gently. Never stopping peppering kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek, Bucky moved his hips slowly at first. You gasped, head thrown back on Bucky’s shoulder, you closed your eyes.

Your mind was fogged, body wrung tight with sexual frustration and the coil in your belly was burning hotter each passing second. You could feel your heat taking over your body. Bucky’s strong scent was covered with the traces of faint rut, and his scent was clogging up all your senses.

It felt magnificent.

“Alpha,” you moaned when his cock touched a spot in you, your body suddenly waking up. Bucky grunted. His rut was making him a little non-verbal, but he was okay with it. “Faster,” you whimpered. “Faster, harder, alpha, fuck!” The breath knocked out of your lungs with Bucky’s hard thrust.

Grunting and rumbling deep in his chest, Bucky started slamming into you. Your slick was now covering his inner thighs and groin, making these obscene sounds to echo in your room and your skin to stuck each other whenever Bucky’s pelvis kissed yours. You whimpered. Your body was both loosening up and tightening even more as Bucky’s thrusts became harder and deeper. Your body was melting under his, muscles were getting lax because of the rut scent and soft rumbles Bucky was occasionally letting out.

“Mmm,” Bucky hummed, nose poking your bonding glands. “You smell so good, omega,” he murmured, and you shuddered under him. Bucky chuckled darkly. His hot breath licked over your pulse. His short fangs grazed over the sensitive skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck as his pace turned into even something more feral. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud, you were deafened by it.

You whimpered when you felt his teeth again. You had no fear of Bucky mating you, you knew him enough to know that he wouldn’t do that, but feeling him dragging his fangs up and down like that on your bonding glands was incredibly turning you on. You grabbed onto his arms when he slightly straightened up so that he could drive in you deeper.

“Shit,” you gasped. Bucky growled. His arms around your neck tightened its hold a bit, enough to make you feel every drag of oxygen. “Fuck, Bucky─” His cock was driving in and out of you at a mad pace, balls slapping against your clit and obscene sounds of your wet pussy was driving you even crazier.

With a snarl, Bucky pulled you up against him, flipping you on your back in a matter of seconds. When he slid into your once again, you felt the bulge of his knot at the base of his cock. You gasped, looking down, your mouth hung open on its own. Bucky chuckled.

“That mouth of yours is hungry, ain’t it?” He asked, a filthy smirk on his face. You tried to swallow the spit, but he didn’t let you. He stuffed three of his metal fingers into your mouth. “Suck on’em, honey,” he ordered lovingly. You moaned as you did what you were being told and felt his pace falter for a second. “Fuck.” You hummed around his fingers. His rut scent getting stronger, covering your body, your bed and leaving its mark deep into your bones, you felt like a cat under the sun.

Bucky placed his flesh hand on your pussy. His hips were moving with a rapid pace, your fluids were mixing with his. His thumb found your clit and started to play with it. You cried out. your back arching, you moaned around his fingers, your pussy tightening on his cock. Bucky gasped and grunted. His balls were hurting because of how full they were.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ come for me, omega,” his harsh whispering voice commanded. You felt your eyes roll back as the pleasure and blinding orgasm took over your body. Bucky cursed as he felt your mouth watering even more around his fingers, pussy walls clamping on his cock and knot. Gasping, Bucky leaned in and pulled his fingers out your mouth so that he could kiss you. Bucky was so close, so fucking close─

“Mmm,” you hummed into his kiss. “C’me f’r me, alpha,” you murmured, placing sloppy kisses on his mouth. “C’mon, breed me, fill me up, make a mess─”

Groaning loudly, Bucky slammed forward one last time before he felt his knot popped. His balls seized so hard, Bucky let out a wounded sound. You shushed him. Placing your hands on his face, you kissed him. He sighed into the kiss as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, fucking his come deeper into you.

“Fuck, honey,” Bucky breathed out when the intense part of his orgasm washed away. You smiled, kissing him again. Bucky kissed you back soundly. “Damn, I’ve never come that hard before,” he said, chuckling.

“Good,” you said. Your scent flaring up with smugness, Bucky laughed.

“Yeah, alright, you’re possessive,” he said with a smile on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up and ducked your head. Bucky continued to smile but couldn’t stop himself from leaning down for another kiss.

After a couple minutes of lazy make-out, Bucky carefully re-arranged your positions so that he could cuddle you without crushing you. You lay like that in silence, feeling content. Your heat and his rut had diminished for the time being, giving you some time to recover. You were playing with his metal hand when the thought struck you.

“Hey,” you murmured, and Bucky hummed as an answer. “What did she say?” You asked him. He made a confused sound.

“Who? About what?”

“You sent me a picture last night and said you were chickening out because she was real nice and you don’t wanna fuck it up,” you explained, a little bit jealousy slipping into your scent. “Did you send her the picture? What did she say?” You felt him freeze momentarily, but then he let out a small chuckle.

“I sent it, yes,” he said. “She said that I look damn good and that I can’t fuck this thing up, not with that picture, and that I’m cute and she’ll understand why I sent it.”

You froze.

“It was intentional,” you murmured. Bucky hummed in approval, kissing your shoulder and tightening his arms around you. “You asshole,” you shrieked, hitting his arm. “You could have just come to me!” Bucky laughed as you hit him again.

“I’m sorry!” He said. “I actually didn’t mean to send you that picture, I swear. I hit send accidentally, but I also said ‘might as well’ afterwards, so,” he murmured, shrugging.

“God, I can’t believe this,” you grumbled. Bucky nuzzled your neck. “I couldn’t sleep last night because of that picture,” you admitted.

Bucky frowned. “Why?”

“I was horny, Bucky,” you said. Bucky let out a loud laugh.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, but you knew he wasn’t sorry at all.

“No, you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, pouting at the same time.

“No, I’m not,” he agreed, slowly moving on top of you. “I can make it up, though…” Kissing your cheek, he poked your nose with his playfully. “You said you were horny, right? How about I do something about that?” You smirked.

“I’m in heat, Barnes,” you said. “You better make it up to me.” Bucky smirked right back at you.

“Your wish is my command, m’Queen,” he said, sweeping you into a passionate kiss. 

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you can do it! [albedo, kaeya, childe, zhongli and diluc]

s/o has been going through a depressive episode and lacks motivation to finish their work and is getting anxiety because of it

tw: none, mentions of depression/anxiety, nothing too much. fluffy comfort <3

albedo x gn!reader, kaeya x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader

a/n: self indulgent bc i'm way behind school and in the middle of a depressive episode so motivation's been lacking ;-; hope you guys are having a good week tho!

i would like to clarify that if any of these scenarios/hc's of mine are similar to other writers' works, it is unintentional and i apologize

albedo

oh? unmotivated you say.. self depricating thoughts? intrusive ones too?

albedo was never one to mope around when he was stuck on some problem he's yet to puzzle together, but seeing you exhausted, anxious and so... dull–he desperately wants to take all your worries away

he's a bit slow, failing to realize your depressive episode for a few days. as it prolongs, he notices how you seem to talk down to yourself and give up easily

sometimes, you don't even start work at all

this is due to your anxiety, he assumes as you think you're incapable of finishing or doing the work satisfactorily enough.

pulling you into an embrace from behind as you work on the projects you've been stuck on for the past few weeks, he gently whispers into your shoulder

"darling, have you been alright recently? are you in need of assistance?" he asks

he presses a loving kiss on your neck and you stifle a chuckle

"it's that apparent, no? i've been under the weather for quite a while now.."

as you explain your reasons and all your troubles to his end, he nods and hums ever so often

"you must be feeling drained, hm? well, frankly enough, i seem to need a break myself."

"eh? albedo where-!!”

he pulls you away from your working place and carries you to the couch, laying you down gently as he smiles at you

"aside from your unmotivated self, i reckon you need reassurance for those intrusive thoughts of yours."

and that, ladies, gentlemen and folks, is how you end up cuddling with albedo until the sun sets and you fall asleep

bask in the comfort of his words as he calls you his everything and more :')) <333

kaeya

my, oh my. what's gotten into his precious little love?

he's sharp, quite easily takes notice to your frantic and dim self.

he sees you sitting outside, head in your hands and sighs leaving your lips every now and then

unbeknownst to you, he creeps behind you and presses a careful peck on the nape of your neck, causing you to flinch and look back quickly

he was about to laugh at your cuteness, but as soon as he's reminded of your troubled state, he sits beside you and takes your face into his hands

sir we're in the plaza-

"oh archons, why is my sunshine so dim these days?" he pouts

rip u probably after this

"kaeya.. well, you see-"

and as you explain your current doubts and anxieties, he strokes your cheeks softly and looks into your eyes fondly

when you're finished, he nods and presses a light kiss on your forehead, a silent promise to accompany and help you on your endeavors to face your troubles

"i'll always be here for you, my love. if there's anything i can help you with, do not hesitate to come into my arms, hm?"

"noted, mr. suave"

jkjk o r a m i

he laughs and kisses you on the edge of your mouth

"what say you we head into the tavern for a bit? you could use some relaxation, right?"

as if you had a choice other than to say yes

childe

this man would know the second it started

having a bunch of siblings has its benefits huh

when he walks into your shared room and sees you on the edge, tears brimming your eyes he sits you down on your bed

"hey, hey.. i'm here, it's alright."

as you cry in his embrace, he rocks you gently, shushing you softly in an attempt to hinder your tears

"you can tell me if you're up for it, honey. i'm never too busy for you."

"i-it's just that-"

mhm. oh? why, how dare they treat you so harshly. really? why must you have to be burdened so heavily?

he acknowledges your struggles and worries with gentle strokes and brushing through your hair

"you have it really rough, don't you? ah well, nothing we can do but-"

"childe?"

he stands up and leaves the room for a second

he comes back with food, drinks, your favorite clothing of his, a scented candle you bought and some books you have yet to finish reading

the action warms your heart as you sniffle and smile at your lover

as soon as he lays down with you, prepare to never see daylight again as he won't let go for the longest, and i mean longest time ever

"i love you, y/n. you're strong and don't let anything, not even yourself, make you think otherwise."

zhongli

dearest, must life be so unfair to you? why you out of all people?

zhongli is wise–he knows something is bothering you when it does. that being said, he isn't sure whether or not he should approach you so directly

especially if it seems like a sensitive topic

instead, in your depressive state and anxious fiddling, he calls you over to him

he pulls you into his lap as he takes your face into his hand and kisses you tenderly

"my dear, has anything been bothering you? might i offer my hand in dealing with them?"

you'd think kaeya's mr. suave then this man pops up with his broke ass

"as a matter of fact.."

as you go on and state your dealings and troubles, he listens with an almost solemn look

he looks at you with utmost affection and concern when you finish

"the terrains of life have been steep and intimidating, you have been very commendable for braving through these, my dearest."

he places his lips onto your own and strokes the back of your head lovingly

for a reserved man, zhongli easily expresses his affection for you in multitudes of ways

his kisses being one of them

after parting your lips, he peppers your face with his kisses and you laugh quietly at his ministrations

"might i suggest a quick stroll to take your mind off things?"

you agree, thinking that once you head home, you'll be back to work with a clearer mind

little did you know mr. no money in his pockets got a liiiittle surprise for you as you won't be returning to your work any time soon :DDDD

by 'surprise' i mean he's taking you out to dinner

yall nasties

diluc

diluc is a busy man, dealing with a winery and all

along with his night profession (which he has only admitted to you and the traveling duo)

you did your best to hide your troubled self and aid him in his work, but you can only hold the facade for so long before it eats you up inside

when you break, he is slightly taken aback but is quick to comfort you

he sees you shaking and situates you on his couch as he sits beside you, rubbing your back as you curl into his figure

he's very warm

"sweetheart, would you mind telling me the problem?" he asks

he waits for an answer as you're still trying to find the words

"diluc, i'm sorry for bothering you.. i know you have plenty on your schedule and-”

"y/n, you're my top priority, no matter what. my work is nothing compared to what you mean to me."

and it's true, you're really his top priority

woohoo !! :DD

when you explain your anxieties and doubts to diluc, he's very understanding and listens to you earnestly

"-and that's why i've been so.. down, let's put it."

he strokes your face and presses his forehead to your own, looking you in the eye softly

he pulls you in tighter and closer, pressing kisses to your jawline and below your ear

"thank you for expressing your troubles with me, my love. i'm sorry for not noticing earlier."

"no need, love, you're very busy and i can't thank you enough for taking the time to understand me."

he pulls away for a second and shakes his head

"again, my work is nothing compared to you. i am willing to put aside all my responsibilities for a week in order to ensure your happiness."

uh wh a t

"ah," you laugh concerned, "sure–"

"which is what we're going to be doing this week." he smiles

welp. no turning back now

enjoy ur week with the redhead you utter s i m p

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[peggyrose19]

Be My Sweetheart

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY PEOPLES I LOVE YOU ALL.

I hope you’ve all had a wonderful day, whether you celebrated the holiday or not. I wrote a little O’Knutzy fic for you all, it changed plot about five times before I actually finished it. Totally didn’t read this over, it’s fine. Characters belong to @lumosinlove like always. Happy Sunday y’all <333

cw: food mentions

Leo collapsed onto the sofa with a sigh, glad to finally be home. He might love the team but damn did they sap his energy sometimes. The adrenaline from the game was fading now, leaving him drained and exhausted.  

“You okay baby?” Finn asked then, pulling Leo out of his daze. He sat next to him, pulling his feet into his lap and rubbing them gently. 

“Tired,” he sighed. 

“You want dinner? I think there’s leftovers in the fridge. And I have a gift for you two.”

“Dinner would be great.” Leo smiled gratefully up at him. “And I have something for you, it’s in my room. After dinner?” Finn nodded and kissed him on the cheek before disappearing from his side, presumably heading to the kitchen. Leo’s eyes slipped shut as he let himself relax, sinking into the couch cushions.

A gentle hand shook him awake some time later. “Le.” It was Finn, standing over him with a bowl in his hand. “Here, dinner.”

“Thanks, Fish,” he mumbled, sitting up. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep. Guess I was more tired than I thought.”

Finn sat down beside him with his own bowl. “Well, we did just play a whole game of hockey. And then went out with the team. I’m not surprised.”

“Mm. Too many people,” Leo added around his food.

“You want me to leave you alone?” Finn asked. Leo smiled. He always seemed to know.

“No, it’s okay. You guys don’t count as people.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” Logan cooed, appearing on Leo’s other side and plopping down beside him with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and two small gift bags in the other, throwing his legs over both Leo and Finn. He set the bags down and clutched the bowl closer. “You like us,” he teased. 

Leo shoved his legs off. “Fuck off,” he laughed. Logan pouted and pulled his legs back into their laps.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked, fighting off a yawn. “Something cheesy and romantic? It is Valentine’s Day.”

“What’s in the bags?” Finn asked instead of answering, peering over at him.

“So nosy.” Finn pouted.

Logan sighed dramatically. “Here you go.” He handed one to each.  

“Oh wait!” Leo jumped up, disturbing Logan again. “I have something for you too.” He disappeared down the hall.

Finn laughed. “I told him earlier we were doing gifts.” He reached down and grabbed the bag sitting unnoticed at his feet, handing it to Logan. “Wait til Leo gets back, it’s for both of you.” No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Leo reappeared in the doorway holding a package in each hand. He gave one to both Finn and Logan before plopping back down again in the middle.

“Okay ready,” he said.

Finn laughed again. “Alright Lo, you can open that now. It’s for both of you.”

Leo helped as Logan pulled away the tissue paper. A picture frame was nestled inside, and Logan pulled it out. Inside was a photo of the three of them, on the ice after winning the Cup. All of them were beaming, unaware of the camera, jumping in each other's arms, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. 

Leo and Logan both smiled.

“It’s perfect,” Leo declared, taking the frame gently from Logan and studying it closely. “Where did you get this picture?” 

“Lily took it, sent it to me.” 

“Aww, that was sweet of her.” They all examined the picture for a moment, Logan and Finn leaning over Leo’s shoulder to see.

“Okay, I want you to open now,” Leo said suddenly, setting the picture down on the coffee table and turning to his boys expectantly. 

“Alright, alright,” Logan laughed, and he tugged the package Leo had given him towards himself, tearing at the wrapping paper. Leo wriggled excitedly.

Finn laughed. “Haven’t seen you this excited in a while, Nutty.”

Leo just shrugged. “I like giving gifts.” 

Logan gasped then and they both turned to him. “Leo is this…” Logan trailed off, pulling the snapback from the shreds of wrapping paper. It was black and read ‘NOLA’ in large white lettering across the front. Logan put it on, shoving his curly hair down. “I love it,” he declared. Leo smiled.

“I’m glad. I had my mom get it and send it to me. She also sent us a box of pralines, they’re in the kitchen, yes I’m going to make you try one Finn.”

“Are those the pecan candy thingies?” Finn asked.

“Uh, sure,” Leo laughed, “If that’s what you want to call them.”

“It is,” Finn declared with a smacking kiss to Leo’s cheek. “Alright Nutter Butter, what did you get me?” He tore at the wrapping paper of the rectangular package Leo had handed him. Inside was a book, paperback, the cover teal and familiar. “Le…” 

“You said you lost yours when you first moved here. And I know it’s your favorite. So, I got you a new one.”

Finn stared down at the book in his hands. The Song of Achilles. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Logan made a noise and they both looked over at him.

“What is it?” Finn asked.

“I took it,” Logan sniffed. “Your copy. I grabbed it before you left for Gryffindor.”

“That’s where it went?”

“You were always carrying it around, talking about it constantly. It reminded me of you. I grabbed it from the box when you weren’t looking. As a reminder I guess. Of you. Us.”

“Lo, baby,” Finn sighed, reaching for him. Logan leaned into his touch, Finn’s hand gentle on his cheek. 

“D’you still have it?” Logan nodded soundly. 

“I couldn’t bear to get rid of it.”

“Well this makes my gifts seem weak,” Logan sniffed with a small laugh. 

“What did you get?” Finn asked bemusedly.

“Open them.” Finn and Leo both looked into the bags Logan had handed them earlier. 

Leo’s eyes widened. “Are these what I think they are?” he asked incredulously. 

“Uh, what do you think they are?”

Leo reached into the bag and pulled out a familiar plastic egg. He gasped. “They are!”

“Leo what?” Finn just looked confused. 

“It’s a Kinder egg!” he exclaimed excitedly. “They don’t sell them in the US, apparently they’re a hazard or something, stupid if you ask me but.” He turned to Logan, “Did you smuggle these back from Canada?” 

Logan smirked. “It’s possible.”

“I love you.”

“I’m lost.”

“They’re illegal here,” Leo explained, handing Finn the egg. “Cause there’s a toy inside and apparently it’s a choking hazard or something. They’ve been banned here since like, the 1930s.”

“Why do you know that?” Logan asked.

Leo shrugged. “I dunno, I was curious one day, looked it up. Plus I love these.”

“Oh. Well, I got pretzel m&ms.” Finn held up the bag.

“You’re always sneaking them,” Logan shrugged. “Even though they’re not in our diet plan. And I know you’re not a big ‘sweet’ person.”

“Thanks, Tremz,” Finn smiled. He tore the bag open and shoved a handful in his mouth, grinning happily around it. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, mon amors,” Logan said softly, leaning into Leo.

“You too, Tremz,” Leo murmured. 

“Love you.”

They all stayed there for a moment, curled together in the quiet of their apartment, feeling the weight and the warmth of each other.

“Wanna do a movie?” Logan broke the silence eventually.

“Sounds good,” Leo agreed. 

“The Notebook?” Finn suggested, grabbing the remote to turn the television on. Leo and Logan both shrugged. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.” 

Logan just shoved more popcorn in his mouth, snuggling closer to Leo. Finn glanced at them fondly as he waited for the movie to load, grabbing a blanket to throw over all three of them. 

“‘M glad you’re here,” Leo said sleepily, nuzzling into Finn’s shoulder. Finn glanced down at him fondly. Normally Logan was the one clinging to him. 

“Glad you’re here too, Peanut,” Logan whispered, leaning in to kiss his temple.

Ten minutes in, Leo was fast asleep, leaning heavily into Finn. Logan watched Leo instead of the movie, face relaxed and peaceful in slumber, soft curls falling into his face. A while later his eyes slipped shut too, and he let them, choosing to ignore the fact that he was going to regret this in the morning.

Finn glanced down at them, smiling softly, and turned the tv down. It wasn’t long before he was asleep too, comforted by the lull of the movie and the weight of Leo and Logan against him. It was a good night.

#o'knutzy #low-key valentine's day celebrations #for once finn got a good gift #cuties #valentine's day #food cw #love you al #<3 #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

[jinkicake]

Go, Tsukki, Go!

Tsukishima with a supportive s/o who goes to all his games and cheers really loud for him, but one game he starts to lose confidence and so his s/o helps encourage him!

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Here you Anon~ Hopefully this makes sense because even though I’ve watched Haikyuu like five times, I still don’t know how a volleyball game works. I could not tell you the positions or anything! TT Anyway, I love Tsukki~~ Not like Yamaguchi doe (｀∀´)Ψ

WC- 1,245

~~~

*cracks knuckles* here we go, you know every time I write about Tsukishima I have to state that I think he is such a brat so…

Omg Tsukki is such a brat, but a sweet one

He would secretly love and appreciate all your support, even if he doesn’t say so. We all know he would act as if you irritate him but you just have to read between the lines,,,

Tsukki plays 10x better when you are there cheering for him, not like he would ever tell you….

He looks forward to your cheers that you scream and the praises you drown him in after a game

You’re like his good luck charm </333

So when you aren’t there to cheer for him,,,, it doesn’t affecting his playing skills to say but, he is noticeably quieter and less interactive with the team

It’s not like he expects you to go to all his games, because he knows you have other life priorities and stuff, but he definitely misses you when you aren’t there

Sometimes... he really needs your support

It’s the second set of a preliminary game, and Karasuno is down by three. It’s like the ace of the opposing team can get passed every single one of Tsukki’s blocks and deep down it pisses the blonde off. He keeps looking to where you usually are, but fails to remember that you weren’t there because of an emergency you had to attend to

Each time he sees the empty spot his chest hurts a little, despite that he continues to play as he normally does. Using his head to outthink the other team and come up with new strategies to score points

It’s so frustrating, he can’t score as easily as Hinata or Tanaka but Tsukishima still wants points. He can so easily get the ball right at his fingertips but the volleyball brushes past his fingers, and it’s too late for it to be saved before it hits the floor

“Don’t mind Tsukki!” Yamaguchi yells reassuringly and Tsukishima simply closes his eyes for a brief moment, breathing in and out to calm himself down, because now it is his turn to serve

“Nice serve, Kei!” Your familiar voice calls and Tsukishima wonders if he heard it inside of his head, except when he looks up at your familiar spot, there you are. You’re waving at him cheerfully and clapping your hands noisily to hype him up and Tsukishima can only stare in shock at you 

He barely even hears the ref's whistle blowing but he snaps out of his daydream, he rolls his eyes at you before serving the ball (a lot better than he normally does)

The second set goes by a lot smoother than the first one, it’s almost like your voice calms Tsukishima down when he can’t focus. He usually has a level head whenever he plays but his heart still beats erratically in his chest and he can’t ignore the way his blood is rushing through his veins, yet your presence somehow cures the adrenaline rush

“Yes! Block them Tsukki!!!!” You clasp your hands together and yell, smiling fondly even when your boyfriend glares up at you. His face just reads ‘shut up’ but when do you ever listen to him

The blonde starts being able to block the ball better than before, calling out ‘one-touch’ left and right. Tsukki is finally able to ignore the way his fingers sting,

Much to his relief, and the entire teams, Karasuno wins the second set with a score of 25-22

“Ah, (Y/N) is here!” Nishinoya waves at you after they win the second set while Tsukishima ignores his upperclassmen “I didn’t even notice them”

Tsukishima will never admit to himself or anyone else but deep down, he wants the game to be over. He wants to hurry up and finish this last set, win it, and then talk to you like he does after every game

Which is exactly what he does, it’s obvious to the rest of his team and even the opposing team how much Tsukishima’s energy spiked in the final set. He even compliments, Hinata?

“Go Karasuno!!” You cheer for them and Tsukishima’s eye twitches when he notices the second years tearing up at the support

Tsukishima is like,,,, when is this game over….

“Did you hear me cheering for you?” You stare up at Tsukishima, practically bouncing on your toes in excitement. Your boyfriend only rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. Tsukishima found you after the match and dragged you to an empty hallway where he can be all kinds of soft with you.

“Yes, I heard you. I’m sure the teams at the end of the gym heard you with that big mouth of yours.” He teases and you puff your cheeks out and push at his shoulders, not at all ignoring the way his arms tighten around your waist.

“You like this big mouth.” You sound proud of yourself and it just makes Tsukishima want to roll his eyes again.

“Sadly,” He snickers and you gasp at his teasing.

“Sadly? What do you mean sadly?!” Tsukishima stops your assault of flailing your arms around by pulling you into his chest, holding your body flush against him so that you can’t move anywhere.

“Why are you here?” He asks, and with the frown on your face, he nearly cringes at his choice of words. “I thought you had to go to the hospital?” Tsukishima was not going to show that he was worried, even though he knows he was, maybe that’s why he couldn’t get you off his mind the entire game?

“Oh, my appointment ended early! I’m all good for my yearly physical!” You tilt your head when you notice Tsukishima staring down at you in disbelief.

“That’s it? You went for a yearly physical?” He asks slowly and you nod a few times before leaning back into his chest.

“Yup.”

Tsukishima can’t help but scoff, he worried his ass off (not like he would ever tell you) and you were just going in for a checkup.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks immaturely and your face falls when you look back up at him.

“I did,”

“No, you didn’t.” Tsukishima never will learn, that it always fails when he tries to argue with you.

“Yes, I did Tsukishima! I texted you and told you and you left me on read 7:05 pm!” Your voice rumbles in your chest and Tsukishima internally flinches when you call him by his family name. He gently pats your head and smooths down your hair, though it bounces right back up, to calm you down. 

It works, every time.

“Well, I’m glad you showed up.” He speaks so lowly that he’s not even sure that you hear him. You did. Tsukishima takes a deep breath before continuing. “I really like having you there, even if you’re a loud mouth.”

He thought you’d be angry by the soft insult he slipped in but you didn’t care, not when he is confessing to you like this.

“Awe, you like me Kei! I knew it!” You coo and try to kiss his jaw, your boyfriend rolls his eyes and lifts his face up so that you can’t get your way.

“Obviously I like you if I’m dating you.” He snaps back and you hum happily. “Want to get some food?” You catch Tsukishima by surprise when you hook your hands on his shoulder and jump up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, I do!!”

~

Taglist.

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[bytedykes]

hEYYY tell me more about your domestic malec hcs bc theyre excellent 👌👌

YESSS of course <333

-im a firm believer that in mundane aus alec owns one of those hair shaving/clipping whatever kits and cuts his hair himself (hc brought to u by my memories of my dad shaving my brothers’ hair in the middle of the kitchen hjksf) so he. god i dont know the right terminology. he would help magnus keep the shaved parts of his hair crisp and clean kwjehfds and also they’d make a day out of re-dyeing magnus’ streaks !! basically just them doing magnus’ hair together idk!!!<3

-magnus leaves the door to the bathroom open when hes showering or doing his makeup routines and he makes a big show out of pretending it was TOTALLY on accident and he is just SO SURPRISED when alec joins him! truly! this is completely unexpected! (alec smile-scoffs and rolls his eyes and shuts magnus up with kisses. every time) (it never gets old tho fhjsdk)

-they have laundry baskets in every room in the loft because alec has the unfortunate habit of randomly stripping off his socks or jacket and leaving them around kwjfhds

-chairman sucks up to alec more but he sleeps exclusively on magnus’ side of the bed so they’re lowkey in constant competition for the affections of their cat fkjsdhks <3

-alec doesn’t like bananas unless they’re perfectly unicolored and it drives magnus up the wall because “its a TINY SPOT of brown its not ROTTEN alexander its just a little bruised because you DROPPED IT” so magnus is the primary consumer of bananas in this household

-these are all so random asdlfaksdjfsd

-magnus doesn’t like washing the dishes so when its his turn he always spells them straight into the dishwasher, or sometimes just immediately clean and shelved. which makes alec fondly exasperated because HE still has to wash them down and put them in and out of the dishwasher by hand

-the “BANE” nameplaque by the ringer? doorbell? buzzer? i havent been in an apartment building since like 2016 sorry sdjkfskdf. but yeah that thing gets changed to “LIGHTWOOD-BANE” :))

-magnus has days where he just needs to listen to the most teenage 90s pop music and he dances to it around the apartment and everything and that is why alec has been caught humming britney spears lol.

-whenever they listen to music magnus pretends he knows the current musician personally and they both know he very much doesnt but alec goes along with it anyway and its a fun little game they have idk !!!!

-magnus will occasionally fall asleep in weird places with the chairman. like you know those pics that are of cats sleeping in the most uncomfortable looking poses? yeah thats magnus bane and his cat curled up on top of him

-idk if my family is just weird but u know how sometimes u pick up ur cat and pretend its gun... yeah they do that fhsdjk. “pew pew” -the high warlock of brooklyn, holding a disgruntled feline like a weapon (no cats are harmed ofc)

-ive already said this i think, but them going “MY HUSBAND!!!” at any opportunity!! like they’ll be at the store and magnus will be like “hey do you want green or red peppers?” and alec will say “one second let me just check with my husband<3” and walk to the next aisle and call magnus and ask him what peppers he should get and theyre both trying to keep a straight face but end up grinning and laughing the entire time and uh YEAH THEY’RE DORKS <3

-they have a table but they only use the 2 chairs right next to each other so they can bump shoulders and just be very close fhjdskds I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FUCK

-theyd go to a pottery class or smth together and spend the entire time poking fun at each other hgjdfkjwhfdsfjdjs

-sometimes they are so dramatically fake-mad at each other and like <3 thats love baby... like for example one of them will forget to hang up the towel after they shower and then the other will arrange it very carefully on their side of the bed and when the perpetrator finds it they arranger will laugh to themselves smugly,,, imaginary point system if you know what i mean fhsjdfsd

yeah thats what i have for now!! i love them 🥺🥰

#BIG UWU TYSM FOR SENDING ME THIS 🥰🥰🥰 #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #asks #ftag #hcs #sh #ramble tag #misc

[turtle-steverogers]

i had such a shitty day today, someone was really coming for me lmao. so i have something fluffy this time! i was listening to music with rain in the background and it made me think about stevebucky taking a walk in the rain during summer in the woods. yk where it is still hot enough to run through it in your shirt and it kind of feels good on your skin. well how about steve and bucky being huddled underneath those big umbrellas while taking a lazy stroll, listening to the rain tapping on the leaves and ground and their umbrella. sometimes a bird would chirp. the tranquillity of it all with steve clutching the umbrella and bucky having his hand shoved in the back pocket of steve's jeans. the humidity feels a bit sticky, definitely in the woods, and it makes bucky's hair look frizzy which gradually grows worse. they would talk with gentle voices about everything and nothing. it feels easy, and they share a couple of soft kisses while stopping in the middle of the pathway because they are THAT couple. but no one is there, so who cares. nothing hurts and everything is well... yeah

- 🖌 anon

I'm sorry about your shitty day! <333 Here's to a better day tomorrow! And I'm here if you wanna talk about anything!

ALSO PLEASE this is so soft, I literally melted. I love love LOVE the mental image of Steve holding the umbrella and Bucky's hand in his back pocket. And I raise you, they have one of those huge, clear umbrellas. You know, the ones that come down super far. And they're walking through a vacant path in a more wooded area of Prospect Park, the trees just beginning to twinge orange with the promise of Fall in a month. They're usually pretty fast walkers, but for now, they're taking their time, conversation lost to the tranquility.

Bucky can't help but stare at Steve, watch the way his eyes glint as he tilts his head up to look through the top of the umbrella, up towards the trees. Rivulets of water stream down the sides, running off, and they're walking through puddles, socks getting damp, but that's okay. That's worth it. Sunlight still peeks through the trees, because this is a Summer storm and it's not cloudy necessarily. And Steve looks so goddamn beautiful, eyes alight as he takes in everything around them. Bucky wonders what he's thinking about; perhaps that he wants to paint it.

Steve must feel him staring, because he looks over, eyes glinting as he takes in Bucky's frizzy hair, poking out of its bun.

"What're you staring at?" he asks.

"You," Bucky answers, unashamed. And of course, Steve blushes, rolling his eyes fondly as he looks back towards the canopy.

"It's so pretty out here," he says. "Peaceful. Don't you feel like you could spend forever just taking it all in?"

Yeah, Bucky thinks, watching a bit of light catch Steve's cheekbones. Yeah, I could.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #LKFAJLDKFJAL these soft soft boys #i love them #theyre so pretty #🖌 anon

[mikwrites-archive]

of stars, the sun, and the galaxy that holds us

       ✧ pairing: lee seokmin x reader ✧ warnings: death? not explicitedly said but one death         ✧ genre: god au, mainly fluff, very slight angst ✧ wc: 2.3k

       ✧ a/n: im not too satisfied with how the ending was written but i hope u guys enjoy this fic !! it connects a bit to the other parts that will be coming out with the same au, but since i have school it’ll take a little longer for me to write them so i just wanted this to be a lil piece to make u guys happy until i have more time !! <333 enjoy!!

 Seokmin told you that humans were made of stars, born bright and shining, to live, and age, and die in a supernova of stardust that carries on into the future. 

Gods were made differently, immortally made to shine, but Seokmin thinks of an old story he’d heard a millenia ago, of two beings made forevermore for one another other, through lifetimes, both sculpted from the remnants of a single star, and knows that some part of him will shimmer eternally along with you. 

“Look.”

He keeps his eyes closed, partly to tease you, and the other because he already knows what you’re keening to show him. It’s not until he feels a tickle at his nose that he scrunches it up, eyes cracking open to meet your excited gaze hovering over his.

You’re illuminated by the setting sun, the orange body dipping into the horizon, a piece of long sweetgrass dangling in your fingers, tossing it aside with a giggle as you finally grasp his attention.

“The stars are coming out. The future people are in the sky, for us to see.” 

Seokmin smiles softly at your words, turning his head in your lap to follow your pointed index finger, where a speck of white light could be seen.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” 

He thinks it’s alright; after all, upon the mortal realm stars were pinpricks of light in the vast sky, compared to the heavens where they could be seen by deities in their full glory. Yet you don’t notice how Seokmin spares the star a glance, and returns his attention to you, glowing brighter than any celestial object in the heavens.

“If I were to assume, I would think you preferred one of my brothers over myself.” 

“And what a foolish one I’d be if I did.” You breathe a laugh, smiling as you peer down at him lounging in your lap, and his hand comes up to cup your cheek tenderly, palms calloused yet radiating warmth.

“Could you take me to see the stars?” Your voice is hushed and curious, and Seokmin shakes his head, hand falling to his chest.

“If I took you there, you’d burn. It’s no place for humans, darling.” 

“Do you burn?”

Seokmin blinks, chuckling lightly at the rare acknowledgement that gods could feel pain, whether it was intentional by you or not.

“Yes. I burn, and burn, and burn; and the flames can be called beautiful, but leave my skin, my bones, and my soul ravaged in their blistering heat.”

Worry simmers in your eyes like a rising tide, and Seokmin is quick to console you.

 “But I heal quickly, my darling, and come back to you.”

“Just as the sun rises.” You muse, as if it were an inside joke between him, you, and the earth, and he cracks a smile.

“May I ask for something?”

“Do I have any right to refuse?”

“I may be a god, but I’m not a monster.” Seokmin huffs, propping himself up beside you. “A kiss?”

You oblige, leaning close enough to see the flecks of gold in his eyes, gentle and adoring, before fluttering shut.

You kiss him, and he tastes like warm sunlight filtering through sheer curtains to land on your bare skin, like ripe peaches, golden and orange in your palms, and each of the secrets of the universe placed tenderly upon your mouth.

It was a rare occurrence for gods to bless mortals, yet it was even rarer for them to do it twice.

And with Seokmin, his blessings were uncountable. 

“Open your eyes.” 

Seokmin’s hands fall from concealing your vision from behind you, moving to rest on your waist, and you blink at your surroundings, as if taken back in time.

It’d been years since you’d been able to spend your days at the grassy field, blanketed by the honeysuckle and the summer skies, like you did in your youth, days instead spent teaching the children in the village and doing household tasks. 

Yet Seokmin made it all the more bearable with his visits.

“Happy birthday, my darling.” 

“You remembered.” 

“Of course I did.” Seokmin laughs, eyes crinkling in his full smile, and you can't help but bask in it, your own blooming upon your features. He looks older to you, and you’re not sure if he’d done it on purpose, to match your own appearance, but it tinges your heart with brief sadness, like a soaked paintbrush bleeding it’s colour upon parchment. “Why else would I have brought you out here secretly?”

“But, there’s nothing here.” 

“Not physically, yes. But you can still see it from here.” He points at the sky, and the long nights of memorizing the heavens comes anew with a bright speck of light, a star born just for you.

“It’s yours. Yours to see, to dream, to wish, to hold. And when you do, I hope you think of me.” 

“I don’t need a star to do that.” 

“Then think of it as a reminder of my love. The star will never go out as long as I do.”

“I don’t need a star to do that as well.” You murmur quietly. Though his visits had decreased in frequency, his place in your heart lingered, like the aroma of citrus that lies on your fingertips after peeling a clementine.

He unravels the skin upon said fruit as you think about this moment, the future, and the past, almost too much to comprehend in the span of a few seconds, giving it to you once he finishes; and you take it, cautiously avoiding drips of sticky juice. You break it in half, handing one to Seokmin, and he tilts his head at you curiously.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

He narrows his eyes at you and you smile, changing your answer, making him seemingly satisfied.

“Everything.”

The rest of your time together passes in what seems like a blink of an eye to Seokmin. 

He tries not to notice; the way the silvery strands weave their way into your scalp, the gradual cautiousness of your movements with the bowing of your posture and height, but you both know it can’t be avoided as you tell him about the frailty in your bones, and he spends the night; the last night with you.

“Leave before the sun rises.” You whisper to him, and Seokmin feels like he’s being torn apart, every one of his atoms burning 

“Do you think Minghao will be kind to me?” Your question is rasped quietly, eyes shut, and Seokmin smooths your hair fondly. 

“He should be. If not, I’ll have some words with him.”

It achieves a smile from you, and Seokmin kisses your forehead solemnly, his smooth hand resting over your wrinkled one. 

“I’ll find you.” 

Your eyes snap open, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing, and Seokmin notices with a pang in his chest that they look the same as they did all those years ago.

 “The world is boundless, the human life fickle, I would not even think of subjecting you to years of looking in vain.”

He knows you’re correct, but his stubbornness persists, and falls at your side on his knees in a bitter tone.

“One lifetime is too small.” 

“To a god perhaps, yes.” You laugh softly, turning to trail your fingertips along his jaw. “But to a human? One lifetime is forever.”

Seokmin’s head drops into your hands, and your thumb rubs circles into his cheeks gently, a small intake of breath escaping your chest as you feel a tear drop.

“Don’t cry.” You whisper as he grasps your wrists, pulling them down and swiping at his features. “If we are meant to be, we’ll meet. If not, do not be upset. It’s the way of fate.”

You forget that Seokmin is a younger deity compared to his brothers, possessing a humanness that was scarce in the others you’d interacted with, but he still was a god, and you knew in the echoing cavern of your being that he would move on, as your soul would move to the Underworld.

Still, he holds you in the night, and you let him. 

WIth time comes change. Seokmin has seen it enough with his time alive, yet he can’t seem to change one habit no matter how many years have passed.

Seokmin knows he’s out of place in the worn down bar, but he keeps to himself, and with his frequent visits, the bartender no longer sends him stony looks as long as he purchases something, the regulars don’t attempt to pick fights anymore, and let him sit under the only remaining functioning neon light sign (albeit a bit flickery).

They don’t know why he stays, with his wire specs and cashmere turtleneck amidst leather and dust speckled cotton, but if Seokmin focuses hard enough, sometimes he can still picture the rolling grass fields and expanse of the heavens, twinkling with flecks of light in the evening.

He almost doesn’t notice the presence next to him until the server places another drink next to his own, and Seokmin looks up.

“You see it still, don’t you?” Minghao muses plainly, and Seokmin smiles, part melancholy, part bitter.

“It’s harder now.”

“When I told you souls sometimes return to a place they often frequented in a past life, I didn't want this to happen.” He sighs, thumbing at the condensation on his thick glass.

“It’s my only chance.” Seokmin swallows. “It’s fading.”

“Your memory?”

“The star.” He rubs his temples, as if ashamed, and Minghao narrows his eyes. “It’s been too long.”

“They didn’t want this for you Seokmin.” Minghao’s tone is gentle, and Seokmin knows he’s right, but clenches his teeth, looking down at his shoes. 

“Do you know where they are? If they’ve been reborn yet?” When Minghao remains silent, Seokmin bites his lip. “Would you tell me if you knew? I suppose you wouldn’t.” 

Minghao sends him a small smile, patting him softly on the arm. He places money, enough for his and Seokmin’s drinks under his untouched glass, and stands to leave.

Seokmin stays until the neon light finally sputters out and his drink is drained to the last drop. He bumps into someone on his way out, the rusted bell over the doorway jangling.

“I’m so sorry, I...” Seokmin supposes this is what it feels like to have your heart stop, hovering in place and time, lungs quivering to take a breath, the shock absolutely paralysing. It’s you. You. He almost wants to rub his eyes comically, but he knows he doesn’t need to, the multitude of expecting and waiting years building up to this moment. Yet he can’t seem to say a word.

“It’s alright. I should’ve been looking where I was going.” You apologize, bowing to him slightly. “Do… do we know each other?” You ask curiously, catching his wide eyed gaze.

“Once upon a time.” Seokmin exhales shakily and you laugh, supposing it was a joke. “Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?” 

“Weren’t you just leaving?” 

“You don’t have to drink it with me, just to make up for it. Unless you’d like me to stay.” He adds on hopefully without a thought, and curses himself inwardly when he realizes the potential sleaziness it contained. Luckily, you don’t seem to take it that way, and smile at him lightly.

“I supposed having someone to celebrate with wouldn’t be too bad if you’re up for it.  As long as you’re not a serial killer or something.” 

“Would a serial killer admit to being a serial killer?”

“Would a serial killer ask if a serial killer would admit being a serial killer?” 

“My head hurts just from hearing that.” Seokmin whines as you both sit down, his seat still warm from when he left.

“Why are you celebrating?” He inquires after you both order a drink, and you trace the grainy wood table with a small beam.

“I got hired for the job of my dreams.” 

“What do you do for a living now?” He keeps slipping up, but can't help it. He’s not sure if you notice his peculiar words or not, but you don’t comment upon them. You think he’s charming, and easy going, not only with his looks, but his kindness is something that shines through him, like genuine sunlight.

“I’m an astronomer.” You exhale giddily. “God, it’s crazy just saying it.”

“That’s just like you.” He murmurs with a fond smile, and he’s relieved that you don’t hear him, thanking the bartender for your drinks. And outside, a pinprick of light glows a bit brighter, like a long reminder in gentle palms of hands.

He’s content, thinking it was only for a night, yet Seokmin finds you everywhere. The coffee shop by his apartment, the park in the middle of the city, and the bar. He knows well enough to not get his fated hopes up, but he also knows it’s too late to stop them from ascending.

It’s almost too good to be true, the way you’ve accepted him into your life, and Seokmin thinks that because of this, perhaps he’s not as satisfied as he tells himself he is. He wonders if the second time around he’d be more or less willing to leave you. 

Because now, he has the chance of a real life with you. Flowers and flushed cheeks on a first date, tentative touches that mapped skin to memory, full kisses that tasted like sunshine, and staying the night fitted against one another’s bodies like puzzle pieces in a home.

He wakes up to the sound of a knock at his front door, and gently untangles himself from the sheets and your embrace to answer it blearily, slippers trudging against the floorboards and hair tousled.

“Did I wake you up?” Minghao asks, lifting himself up off the wall next to the doorbell, donning his typical black suit, styled immaculately. 

“It’s fine.” Seokmin opens the door wider to let him in, and flushes when Minghao toes your shoes curiously, sending Seokmin a knowing look. 

“I’ll be quick.” He assures amusedly, not even bothering to slip off his own shoes, and Seokmin shakes his head with a soft laugh. “I just wanted to ask how you were feeling with everything going on.”

“Huh?” 

“You haven’t heard?” Minghao looks shocked, and Seokmin furrows his brows. “Not even felt it?”

“What?”

“Powers have been disappearing. Soonyoung’s was the most recent. He bled red from a gunshot wound.” Minghao explains grimly, and Seokmin expels a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

“What are you saying?” 

“Some of us are becoming mortals.” Minghao knows what Seokmin’s thinking as soon as the words slip out of his mouth. “We think it’s a matter of belief and need for the world and us, but at some point, I think the hold on us all will be set loose.”

“What are you going to do? What should we…”

Minghao giggles at that, and Seokmin trails off into a hesitant smile. 

“I think you already know.”

“Will you be alright?” Seokmin inquires concernedly. 

“It’ll be nice to live in the mortal world for once. Have a beginning.” Minghao muses, and Seokmin nods. The two smile at each other before Minghao turns to leave, and Seokmin has a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time they would cross paths. He hears you shuffle up beside him, linking your arm with his, gazing at you fondly. 

“That’s him.” You point suddenly, and Seokmin turns, blinking, only to see the door click shut quietly behind Minghao. “I saw him that night we met at the bar. I was actually going to another one a block down or so, but he caught me on his way out and recommended it so I went in.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” You hum, leaning against him drowsily, not thinking much of the interaction, yet Seokmin is in deep thought, a small smile on his lips. “I guess it was fate.”

Seokmin exhales a breathy laugh, remembering a different time, and of the future held for you both, intertwining your fingers warmly.

“I guess it was.”

✧ taglist: @seijoh​ @peachy-yabbay​ @soranihimawari​ 

#caratwritersclub #seokmin x reader #seokmin imagines #lee seokmin x reader #lee seokmin imagines #dk imagines #dk x reader #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom imagines #svt imagines #svt x you #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader

[lordzuuko]

how about some fluffy pre-family au. these two dumb college boys just started dating and keith takes his new boyfriend on a cute picnic date (or vice versa) like trying to catch grapes or candies the other person is throwing with their mouths and all that cute shit. at first it's a bit awkward since the relationship is still really new but then they remember they were friends before and realise it's stupid to be so nervous around each other. basically they're adorable dorks in love

[The Voltron Pre-Family] So, last night Shiro—Keith’s best friend—confessed to him. Long story short, they were together-together and Keith was freaking out.

He didn’t know anything about relationships, more so, what you do in it. Who knew having a boyfriend could bring so much unnecessary dilemma to him? He could be reading a book and yet here he was googling something dumb. 

Keith Kogane: Shiro. You up for lunch together later?Takashi Shirogane changed Keith Kogane to ShirosLoveOfHisLife.ShirosLoveOfHisLife: What the actual efShirosLoveOfHisLife: Did you seriously just change my name?Takashi Shirogane: It’s the truth! You can change mine if you want. 😉ShirosLoveOfHisLife changed Takashi Shirogane to Shiropoop.Shiropoop: That’s a typo right? You were meant to type Shiropoo?? Right?ShirosLoveOfHisLife: Nope. I didn’t. Cause you’re so full of shit sometimes.Shiropoop: Now that’s just really mean. ☹️ShirosLoveOfHisLife: Beggars can’t be choosers.Shiropoop changed ShirosLoveOfHisLife to RedBean.RedBean: W H YShiropoop: Because you love red and I love beans and I love you. 😁Shiropoop: Keith, you’re making those weird noises. Are you alright?RedBean: SHUT UP! STOP LOOKING AT ME FROM ACROSS THE ROOM! PROFESSOR HUDSON WILL KILL US.Shiropoop: Oh my gosh. YOU’RE BLUSHING! RedBean: Say that again and I’m going to break up with you.Shiropoop: You can’t do that! 😰We’ve only been together for 7 hours! BUT WHO’S COUNTING!? 😤😤RedBean: Just. Let’s have lunch together later ok?Shiropoop: Why do you act all so shy? 😏 We always eat lunch together.

Hours later, Keith texted the location where they would meet after Shiro’s microbiology class. He had it all prepared and he hoped it wasn’t too cheesy. 

“Oh my god, this is so cheesy!” A new voice caught Keith’s attention.

He looked up and saw Shiro walking towards him. He had a black blanket laid on the ground and a picnic basket on his side. He glared at his boyfriend who sat down beside him.

“I mean, it’s not a bad thing! I love it! I love cheesy things!” Shiro held both his hands up in surrender, then his face softened into a smile. “This is wonderful, Keith. I didn’t peg you to be the kind of guy who liked eating outdoors while observing nature. So what do we have for lunch?”

Keith just rolled his eyes and turned to the side to place the basket between them. He took out two tupperwares and handed one to Shiro, “I cooked us spaghetti simply because I wanted that.”

“Of course,” Shiro chuckled softly, opening the container. “Hmm, smells delicious. As expected from Master Chef Keith.”

“And then I have fruits. I got us grapes and oranges because you love grapes and I love oranges.” 

“How considerate, thank you.”

“And lastly, mango juice boxes because I have to be practical. I can’t have liquids spilling all over my basket,” he placed both on the blanket. 

Shiro’s face lit up upon seeing them. “I haven’t had a juice box since I was in elementary!” He examined one back to back with such delight. Then he looked at Keith who was sitting cross legged, observing him while playing with his fingers. Shiro must’ve noticed that something was on Keith’s mind but if ever he did, he chose not to voice it out.

They ate and they chat like they usually do, except Shiro sat really close to him and their thighs bumped each other, again, no big deal or so Keith tried to think so. It wasn’t until Shiro started throwing grapes at him for his mouth to catch that Keith started to feel a little awkward. He might have noticed that people began staring at them and it didn’t help either that Shiro was looking at him with that love struck face as if it was just them in the school amphitheater. Keith didn’t know when the place started to get crowded. 

“Keith, look at me,” Shiro’s voice disrupted his thoughts. He took Keith’s hands and as soon as their eyes met, he continued, “Is it getting too much for you?”

Keith shook his head. “It’s just—,” he paused to look at their hands. “We were just best friends yesterday morning and right now…,” he paused again to let out a deep breath. “It’s… it’s a lot to take in. It’s really kinda weird to get feelings reciprocated. I mean, obviously, Starfire can’t return my feelings since she’s a fictional character and—”

The gentle squeeze he received from Shiro made Keith look down at their hands once again. He looked up at Shiro and he was just smiling at him.

“You’re rambling again,” his boyfriend said. “I know we started as friends who didn’t have romantic feelings for each other, so doing couple things together might be a little weird and awkward for you first. This is your first relationship after all. But you’re doing great so far, Keith,” Shiro paused to bump his finger on Keith’s chin which made him smile. “You thought of this great lunch picnic and I’m not sure if it would matter, but no one had ever done this for me.”

“Man, you had really shitty girlfriends back then,” Keith chuckled, feeling somewhat a little better. 

Shiro just shrugged it off, “Well, they obviously had nothing on my boyfriend, who can cook great pasta and is apparently cheating on me with Starfire.”

“Oh, shut up,” Keith rolled his eyes fondly. “She was my first love.” 

After they cleaned up their place, they headed to their next classes together. Shiro’s room was nearer, so when they reached the door to his class, Shiro pulled Keith into a goodbye hug. “Thanks again for lunch. Also, if you’d like, we can take things slow. Go at your own pace.”

“Yeah,” Keith nodded. “I’d very much like that.” 

#red-paladin #ask #sheith #the voltron family

[halekingsourwolf]

I know this isn't sterek but I've seen you mention Buffy a few times and your love for it has shown SO, I wanted to know what you think of Charmed? If that's okay? I saw it mentioned and I love that show so much honestly. This is random, I know.

Hey anon! I was really into Charmed back when it started. I loved the first three seasons (yeah, the Prue era) back in middle school, and actually really enjoyed how they handled the transition into Paige. She wasn’t a replacement for Prue, was her own character, and showing the sisters grieve (particularly Piper, ughn that breakdown at the end of the Fury episode hurt me every time) and how her loss changed them, and Paige working to adjust into her new role was really well done. And honestly the season three finale is one of my favorite episodes of television, just in general.

But. I was also a hardcore Cole fan, and IMO from about halfway through season 4 onward the show started going seriously downhill. I mean, the show was always a little too black and white when it came to “good people” vs “bad people” for my taste, but Cole was a complex character who decided to fight against his demonic heritage and make a conscious effort to be good and I loved that, and loved the conflict it created in Phoebe for loving him, and the way it opened up a new dimension between those black and white walls of good and evil.

And then.

(Spoilers, all.)

Cole decides to put himself on the line to help the sisters defeat the literal Source of All Evil, and save their lives in the process. They would have died if he hadn’t, he basically saved the world and absolutely saved them, but there was an awful side effect he didn’t see coming: instead of dying, the Source’s power flooded into him and started growing inside him, possessing him and taking him over for longer and longer periods, while stopping him from warning the sisters about what was happening. He made efforts to stop it though, slow and steady, and finally put a plan in motion to force the Source out of him once and for all… only to be stopped by Phoebe (who, admittedly, was going through her own shit at the time, I can’t blame her for that). He and Phoebe end up both going darkside, both possessed by forces they can’t control. But who do the sisters end up saving? Yep, just Phoebe, and they go ahead and kill Cole with more or less no regrets. And I get it, she was their sister, she’s priority, but still it was just… it sat so wrong with me that they would do that. That the show didn’t even suggest it was a bad thing. To me it’s about on par with what Scott did to Derek at the end of season 2. They killed Cole, whose only crime was literally being possessed, and then they (and the show) shrugged it off like they legitimately didn’t see any problem with it. And this was just a theme throughout the show –– that the sisters, these forces of supposed ultimate good, really only cared about themselves and each other. It made them hard to root for.

Shortly after all this, Cole reaches out to Phoebe from the demonic afterlife, begs for her to use her powers to save him from this place where literally a demonic creature is going to devour his soul –– and remember he’s only there in the first place because he was possessed while saving the girls, tried to get out of it, and was stopped by Phoebe –– and Phoebe’s response is “uhmmm Cole, I don’t really think we should date anymore. So I think I’m going to leave you to eternal torment kay byee” and that was supposed to be like… an empowering moment, I guess? Yay girl power or whatever? But it just kind of killed the show for me.

Like really. If you don’t want to date him anymore that’s fine, but freaking save him from eternal torment and then break up with him. Christ.

I did continue watching on and off after that, but the show kind of went off the rails IMO and became a lot less about sisterhood and story and cool magical exploits, and a lot more about “what supernatural being can the sisters be magically transformed into this week (and what skimpy outfit can they wear with it)?” And the whole attempt at a Harry Potter thing with a sudden magical school, and … I dunno, there were just a lot of things about the later seasons I couldn’t get on board with and didn’t seem to fit at all with what the show had been at the start. The only other arc I ended up really enjoying was the Chris arc. The Chris arc was honestly really good like… I got emotional about this arc, all. But I liked it a lot more for Chris than for the sisters. I live for how frustrated he got with them over their petty dramas when there were serious World Ending Crises happening, like… Chris and Derek Hale need to get a drink together sometime and bond over trying to get their whiny hero friends to stop worrying about dating and take life or death situations seriously ;p

So yeah, sorry, rant. I still think of that show fondly overall, and there were some great arcs. I’d seriously recommend the first 3.5 seasons, especially the tail end of three, and then maybe just skipping forward to season six.

#charmed #hks opinions #not!TW #cole turner #Anonymous #ask hks

[theconservativebrief]

A choker made of hot pink marabou could only be considered an “essential” item if you are a very specific kind of person living a very specific kind of lifestyle. But it’s exactly the kind of customer targeted by a new startup launched by two students at the University of Texas.

That customer is the highly social sorority girl at a school with a good football team, who consequentially has a very specific set of needs: A new outfit for each weekend’s party, one that’s super cute, not too try-hard, and, naturally, isn’t that expensive. And it’s not because she can’t bear to repeat an outfit (but because everyone will see it on her Instagram Story, that’s still certainly a concern) — it’s because each party has its own specific theme, ranging from rave to rodeo.

This is the central problem tackled by Swayy, a website that curates tops, dresses, bottoms, and accessories from fast-fashion sites like Forever 21 and the uber-cheap online megashop Shein. Items are available to view by members only, but anyone can sign up. They’re categorized by party theme: jungle/safari, rave/space, ’80s/neon, rodeo, and the “essentials” category, which includes a silver leotard, an iridescent fanny pack, light-up sneakers, and the aforementioned choker. Soon there’ll be a marketplace where members can buy and sell used party clothes.

Founders Rajya Atluri and Clio Harralson launched the site in January, when the two Pi Beta Phi sorority sisters were sophomores at UT Austin’s business honors program. They say that since then, they’ve garnered about 20,000 unique visitors to the site and 50 student ambassadors at 21 college campuses around the country, with a 333% growth rate in the spring semester. (Swayy did not disclose any other financial information.)

After being accepted into the Red Bull Launch Institute, a development program for undergraduate entrepreneurs that has also housed Specdrums and a collapsible bike helmet, Atluri and Harralson traveled to New York City to work with a global consultancy firm, then to San Francisco to TechCrunch Disrupt in September.

On a recent phone call with Atluri and Harralson, the two spoke to The Goods about what it’s like to launch a startup from a sorority house, pitching to investors, and what happens when they graduate.

Rebecca Jennings

How did the idea for the site come about?

Rajya Atluri

Around October or November of last year I’d been hearing from friends about the fact that people were just exhausted of having to constantly find the right clothes for all the different social events and parties they were going to. There’s a lot of social anxiety and I think it starts [when] you’re in a new environment, especially for freshmen. You don’t really know what other girls are wearing or what the right thing to wear is. And I think that just adds to lots of pressure that everyone’s feeling.

Clio Harralson

We chose the word “Swayy” because we wanted it to really convey this sense of ease and confidence that we wanted users of our website to have. And also it’s just a good word — it’s a motion word, and we’re hoping users will feel comfortable enough to enjoy themselves and party enough to like, sway, you know?

Swayy founders Rajya Atluri and Clio Harralson. Red Bull Launch Institute

Rebecca Jennings

Do you see yourself as having any competitors in this space at all?

Clio Harralson

One issue right now is that with theme clothing, or just clothing in general, the market is two extremes: There’s one end which is full costume, and then the other end is normal, everyday clothing. So for a jungle party you don’t want to wear a full gorilla suit, but you also don’t want to wear just like, your athletic clothes. You want to wear something in the middle, which is like a leopard top, animal ears, and a skirt.

There aren’t really competitors in this middle ground space. So right now I think the competition is people just shopping at different stores all over the place and having to search through lots of different places to find what they need and assemble this outfit.

Rebecca Jennings

What was it like pitching to potential investors at the Disrupt conference?

Clio Harralson

I still can’t believe we were there. I love the show Silicon Valley so I’d seen TechCrunch Disrupt on there, so I was freaking out.

Rajya Atluri

Honestly it was pretty scary cause we just got thrown into the race and we had to talk to people very rapidly — we were pitching and pitching and pitching. We had to get out of our comfort zone. And there weren’t a lot of startups that were in the retail space — a lot of them were in AI so it was cool for us to be able to represent an area that really wasn’t that common there.

A lot of young girls who were from the Bay Area came up to us and were like, “It’s so cool seeing you because I’ve wanted to do a startup but I’ve never really known another girl who did one so it’s cool to meet y’all.” And so that was really precious for us as well.

Rebecca Jennings

Were you there mainly to scope out investors? Do you have any currently?

Clio Harralson

That was one of the big parts, but, or at least going in, that’s what we thought our main goal was. But as we were there we realized we met a lot of people who just started as mentors and gave us advice. Or people who wanted our advice on college marketing, for example.

We’ve just been using our own limited funds right now. We pitched it to a commission and got a small grant once, but we haven’t had investors.

Rajya Atluri

One thing that’s really cool about Swayy, I think, and which is why we’ve been able to really pursue it, is that we have been able to keep our costs low and just figure out ideas for marketing or how to spread the word basically using no money and no resources.

But it’s actually forced us to be more creative and think outside the box on like, how do we get this word out there? And really rely on networking and connections and other college women to help us grow it.

Tops from Swayy’s rave/space-themed collection. Swayy.org

Rebecca Jennings

Speaking of marketing, what tactics have you found successful?

Rajya Atluri

One of the big ones has been making use of our Instagram and going to different campuses and have different girls post about it. And then we’ll follow a lot of girls who are liking a post or viewing something. So that’s been something that’s been free.

We partnered with UT [University of Texas] Panhellenic and OU [University of Oklahoma] Panhellenic to put a Swayy paper fan in all of the bags that girls go through rush with. So we were able to target 3,000 incoming freshmen at two of the schools that Swayy’s pretty well-known at.

Clio Harralson

At UT there’s one weekend with a lot of different fraternity events called Round Up, and we passed out 1,000 stickers to people throughout this weekend and our website views doubled after that. So even something as simple as a sticker’s been helpful.

Rebecca Jennings

What’s the reaction been like from your friends? Were they like, “You’re crazy for starting a business on top of all the work we already have to do?”

Rajya Atluri

Our friends kind of joke about it. They’re like, “Oh, well, y’all have a company so it’s fine.”

Clio Harralson

They’ll joke ’cause we’ll be saying how much work we have to do that day and they’re like, “There’s no homework, what’re you talking about?” And we’re like, “Oh, we weren’t doing homework.”

Rebecca Jennings

Are you seeing a lot of your classmates also starting businesses?

Clio Harralson

Actually, no. We kind of thought there would be more, but we recently have been trying to connect with more founders on campus and there’s a surprisingly small number, especially female founders.

Rajya Atluri

One of the hardest things is, we’re so excited about Swayy and love it a lot and want to work on it all the time. But we have to still find that balance and make time for school work and going to class. We’ll literally be sitting in class and be kind of angsty ’cause we want to go work on the next thing for Swayy. And then also we want to make time for friends and having a college experience that we can look back on and remember fondly.

So I think it’s just hard really finding the balance, but it’s been cool being in college because I think sometimes maybe as an entrepreneur outside of college it can maybe be lonely or you don’t have a constant squad of people supporting you. We live in our sorority house. Like, literally people in our hall will pop in and see us working on it and say something nice.

Clio Harralson

Another great part about being an entrepreneur in college is that there’s a lot of resources available to you because people are just excited to help you. So if we have a question, we can reach out to a professor and they’ll meet with us. Or we can utilize resources at the Herb Kelleher Center, [UT’s entrepreneurship center] or things like the Red Bull Launch Institute. All of those just cater to these college entrepreneurs, which has been amazingly helpful.

Rebecca Jennings

What are your current goals with the site?

Clio Harralson

I think one thing we’d like to do is consolidate the shopping experience on to our website so you can do transactions through Swayy instead [of going to the retailer’s site.]

Rajya Atluri

Super long-term is that we wanted Swayy to be not just about parties. The big part of our mission is about confidence, and what we have on our site is literally the words “Be Electric.” So I think branching Swayy out to different aspects of a young woman’s life, whether that’s the workplace or really anything else.

Rebecca Jennings

So what happens when you graduate and aren’t going to theme parties every weekend?

Clio Harralson

The college market is a really strong place to start, it’s something we’re really passionate about. But we’d like to expand. We’d like to grow with our users. So right now we really want to lock in this college market and then a few years down the line we can do things for weddings or bridesmaids. And then later down the line there’s things for kids’ parties, just following our users through their life journey.

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